The Penn's Grove record., 1882-06-03
An Eligible Boarding-piace.

An Eligible Boarding-piace.
"No hotel?" said Mr.. Percival
PAYNE.
Nothing in the shape of one,' an.
swered his friend, Lucius Warden,
with the subdued triumph of one who
announces a startling fact.
al never heard of such a thing in
my lifel' said Payne.
Nor / neither" serenely remarked
Warden.
"But how do you account for it?'
demanded the would-be tourist, smit-
ing his forehead in despair.
II don't account for it at all" said
Mr.. Warden, surveying the nails
which D. had just been carefully trim
ming with a pen. knife, Except that
nobody knows anything about the
place ss yet. There's factory-wall
paper | believe. or something of that
scotland a Gig r shop, snd a beer
shop, and two thread ard needle
stores, and a post office where the
mails cone twice a week and there's
the Msgalloway River, all carpeted
with water lilies, and half a dozen
little trout streams running into 1t,
and bit of the finest scenery you ever
saw. But-there's no hotel"
"But where's a fellow to stay p
helplessly demanded Payne.
"Get an outfit and camp cut, as l
did," said Warden, %cheerfully. "a
blanket, a canva tent with pegs and
hoops, a little smudge of bran or Zine
needles, to keep the mosquitoes off at
night, and"
"But l don't erjay camping out"
vehemently demonstrated Payne. II
like good walls, a feather pillow, and
regular meals served three times a
day."
"WtIl, then, look here" said. War
den, "Go to the Widow Bucks. She
takes boarders now and then"
Who is the Widow Buck 2" asked
Payne.
THAT l don't know" replied bis
friend.
Aud where does she |ive?'
9Th re you have me again."
"Man alive! are you or .zy !" de-
spairinely questioned Payne. "How
am | to find her?
Inquire" calmly responded Mr..
Warden, as he shut up his knife and
replaced it in his vest pocket. "Go
10 Mailz e Ford-eleyen A. NJ. train
stage coseh-tbrough in n day. Ask
for the Widow Bucks! Bless my
heart! nothing in the wide worlo could
be easier. l always heard that people
got good fare there ard comfortab bic
beds. And Mail ie Ford is peIft CT
little Paradise, when ence you get
there ~
"Well," said Payne, dejectedly, sit
seems a Wild goose chase, but Eve q
mind to try it. A man can but come
back again"
1t was rather early in the season fol
the conventional operati, n known tC
the American public as summering,'
but P.rcival Pay ne. being a bachelor
of INDEPENDENT fortune and cultivate q
tastes, felt that he could do as ht
pleased. And IL was rather a luxury
to ,nticII ate tie fist mad rush Of
tlavel, " heA ali the seats are engaged
the coy taken, and tie mosI
desirable points ofobservation usuI ped
So he packed his vaiise, did up hi'
fishing tackle, laid in a great store o
crayons and sketching paper, ano
started for the far northern wilderness
of Mailzie Ford.
OF course, the train was late-traini
alw avs are Iate-snd it was four O'CLOCK
in the afternoon when Mr. Payne
found himself perehed up in an opel
box wagon behind two trunks, pack
age CT salt Goldfish, a mail bag, and
pretty girl, with eyes as soft as blaci
pools of water, and n of those odd
frin yy hats of black straw, all ooveret
with loops and ribbon that make PEG
pie look so picturesque.
"Where do we meet the stage?'
said Mr.. Payne, as he settled himsel
SO as TO inconvenience his prett,
neighbor as little as possible.
The driver stared at him.
"This 'ere's the stage |" said he
"Git up Sorrel"
Mr.. Payne stared.
"But stages have tops" said he.
"This 'ere stage DON'T" said tn
driver.
1t was rather a trying situation
steep uphill part of the way, and stee
down hill the rest, with the codfsl
al d The mail bag alternately tumblin
into Mr.. Payne's lap, and the prett
girl laughing in her sleeve at his en-
barrasment.
Ppm rude / know" said she, "bu
if you'd jus: tie that Goldfish to the bac
of the wagon, with your fishing line
it would not trouble you SO much"
"a good ideal" said Payne, briskly
Thanks, very much for suggestin
itvp
1--WE travelled over this road before,
said the pretty girl, laughing.
Are ysu going to Mailzie Ford ?