Smyrna times., 1881-11-23
A Short Visit.

II . u uCg SulO llCI HuSDduu. nCN
are coming to visit us-every one one Oi
'em My sister Zuleima, because the
Saratoga hotels are too intOlerably hot for
endurance; Cousin Herbert Haller, be-
cause he is an aesthetic, and wants to study
nature from level heretofore untroddeM
Mrs. johnson, because the children don't
recuperate after the whooping-cough
Aunt Sadie, ON account of difficulty
with her landlady on the subject of poodle
dogs; and Uncle jerks, because he never
has visited US and wants to know what nv
wife is likc!'
Dear me J" family gaspcd Mary Ha-
ven, looking around her pretty sitting
room, draped i'll pink chintz. fragrant with
| fresh flowers. and decorated with giit bird
cages, water color sketches and kcnsinr-
| ton embroidery. =" What am TO lo?"
"DO?" repeated her husband, who was
| intent on clipping oil the end of his cigar
so that it could draw" satisfactorily
There's but one thing 10 do-let 'em
come"
"All at once?"
Yes, all at once"
And with only one girl, and the ther-
mOmeter at ninety in the shade, and the
painters i'll possession of the second
stOry!" hysterically cried the lady.
Couldn't be "A better combination of
circunst ances, my dear" said Mr.. Haven.
. don't believe these people care one
straw about seeing me" said Mrs. Haven.
ready to burst into tears.
Neither do IT, said her husband.
Its only on account Of their conven-
Ience, the hot weather and the high prices
at the hotels, added Mrs. Haven. Hugh.
I've great mind to commit suicide ~
Don't do that, my dear" said Mr..
Haven. . can suggest q better plan.
Was just thinking, do you klGW-.h
"Of telegraphing to The city for a new
force OF servants, box of provisions from
Minardi's, and half dozen cots, with hair
mattresses and bedding to match ?" eager
ly interrupted the lady.
Nothing of the sort" said Mr.. Haven.
serenely eyeing the distant landscape
through the amethyst rays of cigar-smoEe.
OF moving"
Moving, Hugh?"
To the little cottage by the lake" Mr..
Haven explained. Only for few days,
merely on account of the repairs at the
house. Paint upsets my digestion, and
The sound of "A carpenters hammer sets
my teeth on edge. Besides, Hodge, the
contractor, can work deal faster if we're
all out of the way"
But, Hugh, the cottage Is nothing on
earth but u camping-out place, with hoard
floors, and not bit of plaster or paint
about it," demonstrated Mary.
What of that, my lOve?" said the i'm
perturable husband. Our friends don't
come, as take it, to admire fresco and
gliding, but to enjoy our society"
They'll think We live there always. -
said Mrs. Haven, with corrugated brow.
That Is precisely what want them to
think, my dear"
"Oh!" said Mrs. Haven.
You follow my meaning?"
"l-think- nk-l-begin-to," replied she,
with an amused light beginning to sparkle
IN her eyes. Yes, dear, perhaps it would
De q good plan to mOve-just while the
repairs are i'll progress"
And she hurried up stairs to pack few
necessarieS ut once.
The cottage by WicOmac Lake was not
an imposing ediiice. There was plenty of
rJVm i'll it, such as it was, but the floors
were of rude pine boards, the windows
were undraped, aud the furniture was
such as was adapted merely to the wants
OF camping parties who were prepared to
rough it" after the most primitive fash
ion; and when Mrs. Ruleima Montaru
PrOut drove up to the door, in a wagon
heavily laden with trunks, she stared
through her g0le-rimed eyeglasses, in a
most ridiculous manner, at the rude porch
of shingles, supported by cedar posts.
Lnantled in their native bark, the shutter
less windows, and the unpainted wood
settees on the grass.
This isn't the SOlitudesr" said she.
Drive on, man you have made mis-
takem
This ere's where Lawyer Hayen's
folks live," said the man, leisurely chew
ing straw. Guess it's enough of u
solitude to suit anybody"
thought it was picturesque cot
tage, said Mrs. MOntagu PrQut, In ac-
cents Of the keenest disappointment.
But at this minute Mrs Haven herself
hurried to the door.
81 think you must be my husbands
sister Zuleina, " said she, graciously. "Do
come imp
" But where are my trunks to &c? p" said
the fashionable widow, who had dazzled
the eyes of the Saratoga world with her
numerous change of toilet during the past
fJrthight,
You can put them In the shed ut the
back of the barn." said Mrs. Haven,
graciously. II don't think they will
quite go up the stairway"
MIR. Haller arrived later in the day-a
long haired, sallow complexioned young
man, in violet velveteen suit, followed
by countryman carrying his portable
easel, color cases, travelling library and
wrioing desk. He knocked loudly at the
door of the cottage with the ivory knob Of
his cane
"Can you tell me where Mr.. Haven
lives? ?" said he.
This is the place." said the hostess.
"This y echoed Mr.. Haller.
"You are cousin Herbert, suppose,
said Mrs, Haven, politely, walk in
My husband will come In the evening
train. Allow me TO show you to your
room. Il is rather small; but we are ex-
perting good deal of company, and |
dare say yon won't mind . little incon-
venience.H
And she left him In seven-bye.nine
apartment, under the caves, where he
couldn't stand upright except IN the
middle OF the room, and where the three
panel window was close to the floor.
HumphW soliloqui2ed the msthete,
looking ruefully around him, "this isn't
at all what / expected
Mary Haven had scarcely got down
stairs, and resumed the manufacture OF
raspberry pies, when shouts and cries in
various keys announcing the coming Of