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

| q shriek.
"It's true," said her husband.
''They're coming to visit us-every one
of EN- My sister Caroline, because
the Scarborough hotels are too htoler.
ably hot for endurance; cousin Her.
bert Haller, because he is an esthete,
and wants to study nature from Level
hitherto untrodden; Mrs. johnson, be.
cause the children don't get we'll after
the whooping-cough; aunt Sadie, on
account of difficulty with her land.
lady on the subject of poodle dogs and
uncle jerks, because he never has
visited us, and wants to know what my
wife is like"
"Dear me-" family gasped Mary
Haven, looking around her pretty sit
ting-room, draped in pink chintz, fra
grant with fresh flowers, and decorated
with gilt blrd-cages. water-color
sketches and Kensington embroidery 4;
''what am I to-do?"
"Do?" repeated her husband, who
was intent on clipping OF the end of
his cigar, so that it should draw
satisfactorily. 'TherA is but one thing
to do-let 'em come"
Cali at once?"
"Yes, all at once.
"And with only ore girl. and the
thermometer at ninety in the shade,
and the painters in possession of the
second story" hysterically cried the
lady.
Couldn't be better combination oi
circumstances, my dear" said MIR.
Haven.
81 don't believe these people care q
straw about seeing me-" said Mrs.
Haven, ready to burst into tears.
Neither do !" lid her husband.
"It's only on account of thei con-
venience, 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. II can suggest better
plan. I was just thinking, do you
know"
"Of telegraphing to the city for q
new force of servants, q box of pro.
visions from Fortnum & Mason's, half-a-
dozen csts, with hair mattresses and
bedding to match ?" eagerly inter.
rupted the lady.
Nothing of the Sort" said Mr..
haven sereneIy cycling the distant land
scape through the amethyst rays Of
cigar-smoke, 'Of-moving."
Moving, HughP"
ITO the little cottage by the lake,
Nj. Haven explained.
"Only for few days, merely on ac'
count Of the repairs at the house
'Paint upsets my digestion, and the
sound of carpenters hammer sets my
teeth OIL edge.
Besides, Hodge, the contractor
can work O. good deal faster il we're
all out Of the way"
"But. Hugh, the cottage is nothing
on earth but camping out place, witt
board floors, and not particle o
plaster or paint about it," remon
strated Mary.
''What of that, my love ?" sad th'
imperturbable husband.
"Our friends don't come, as / take
it, to admire fresco and gliding, but tt
enjoy our society,""
''They'l think we live there always,
said Mrs. Haven, with corrugated
brow.
''That is precisely what wish then
to think, my dear"
"Oh I" said Mrs. Haven.
You follow my meaning"
"I-think-I-begin-to," said she
with an amused light beginning t
sparkle in her eyes.
Eyes, dear, perhaps it would be 1
good plan to move-iust while the re
pairs are in progress"
And she hurried up stairs to pack
few necessaries at once.
| The cottage by Windermere was no
an imposing ediice.
There was plenty of rosm i'll it, sucl
as it was, but the floors were of rud
pine boards the windows were undraped
and the furniture was such as wa
adapted merely to the wants of camp
ing parties who were prepared to "rougl
it" after the most primitive fashion
and when Mrs. Caroline Montag1
Prout drove up to the door, in breal
heavily laden with trunks, she stare'