Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1882-08-31

ridiculous manner at the rude porch,
the shutterless windows, and the un
painted wood settees on the grass.
"This isn't The Solitudes I" she
said. ''Drive or, man You have
made mistake"
"This 'eres where Lawyer Haven's
folks live," said the man, leisurely
chewing straw.
"Guess it's enough of a solitude to
suit anybody"
'I thought it was picturesque cot
tage," said Mrs. Montagu Prout, in ac-
cents of the keenest disappointment.
But at this minute Mrs. Haven her.
self hurried to the door.
II think yon must be my husbands
sister Caroline" said she graciously,
''Do come ii"
"But where are the trunks to go?"
said the fashionable widow, who had
dazzled the eyes of the Scarborough
world with her numerous changes OF
toilet during the past fortnight.
"You can put them in the shed at
the back of the barn, said Mrs Haven
graciously.
II don't think they will quite go up
the stairway"
Mr.. Haller arrived later in the day
long-haired, sallow-coDaplexioned
young man, in violet velveteen suit,
followed by a countryman carrying his
portable easel, color-cases, travelling
library, and writing-desk.
He knocked loudly at the door of the
cottage with the ivory knob of his cane.
"Cau you tell me where Mr.. Haven
lives ?" said he.
This is the place." said the hostess.
"This ?" echoed Mr.. Haller.
"You are cousin Herbert, suppose?"
said Mrs. Haven politely. "Walk In.
My husband will come by the evening
train. Allow me to show you to your
room, 1t is rather small but we are
expecting good deal of company, and
/ dare say you won't mind q little in
convenience"
And she left him in q seventy y-nine
apartment under the caves, where he
could not stand upright, except just in
middle of the room, and where the
three-pane window was close to the
floor.
"humph !" seiloquised the esthete,
looking ruefully around him, "this isn't
at all what I expected"
Mary Haven had scarcely got down.
stairs and resumed the manufacture of
raspberry pies, when shouts and cries
in various keys announced the coming
OF Mrs. johnson and her four children
from the nearest station.
''Is this cousin Hugh's house, ma ?"
said Adelaide, the eldest, discontentedly.
'Tt amt noth'n' but a shanty,"
loudly proclaimed Alexander Gustavus.
the second hope of the family.
"There amt no paint on it," said
Helen Louise.
'Lemme get out lemme get out !"
cried Julietta, "and play in that lovely
black mud where the frog is sitting"
Mrs. johnson sailed in with O scar
let face and psrturDed look.
"Tm afraid, cousin Mary" said she,
''that we shall inconvenience you.
There don't seem to be much accom-
mediation here"
ooh, there's plenty of room up in the
garret, such as it is" said Mrs. Haven
smiling. "Of course, one expects to
lead gypsy life in q place like this
and the lake will be so nice for the
little dears to play in, if only they are
a little careful, for it's so lucky you are
here, cousin Johnson, to help me with
the pies and bread, for Tn not very
experienced housekeeper, and"
ST thought you Kept two or three
servants" said Mrs johnson frigid ly.
'Thave only one young girl just at
present. said Mrs. Haven; "and, of
course, when there's 80 much company,
there's great deal to do.
"Oh there comes an old lady with a
sweet little dog"
She glanced out of the open door
way.
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Goodness me | if it amt that intoler-
able old aunt Sadie, with her inevitable
dog" groaned Mrs. johnson, as a fat
elderly lady roiled up the path, in q
scarlet shawl and black-lace hat.
"Bless me p said aunt Sadie. purple
with the heat and dripping with perspi-
ration, "you don't never mean to say,
niece Haven, that this 'ere's the place
I've heard tell Of on lake-what dye
call it"
''It is where we live at present, "
said Mrs. Haven quietly.
'I'm downright sorry I left the
hotel at the railroad," said aunt Sadie
sadly.
81 amt used to these upholstered
houses, and I'm most sure Trip will
catch bad cold"
Uncle jerks was the last one to come
"a shrewd, brown faced old man, in a
grey suit, and with keen eyes like an