The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1882-09-20
BY THE LAKE.


"What y said Mrs. Haven, almost
in shrek.
~ true" said her husband
"Tho are coming to visit us-every
one o EN- Ny sister Caroline, be
cause the Scarborough hotels are toe
intolciably hot for endurance cous-
in Herbert Haller, because he is an
asthete, and wants to study nature
from level hitherto untrodden
Mrs. Johnson, because the children
don't get well after the whooping'
cough aunt Sadie, on account of q
difficulty with her landlady ON the
subject of poodle dogs and uncle
jerks because he has meyer visited
Us, and wants to know what my
wife is like"
Dear me-" family gasped Mary
Haven, looking around her pretty
sitting room, draped in pink chintz
fragrant with fresh flowers, and dee
GRATED with gilt bird cages, water
color sketches and Kensington EN-
broidery what am | to do?"
DO ?" repeated her husband, who
was intent on clipping off the end OF
his cigar, so that it should draw sat
isfactoriIy. "There is bnt one thing
to do-let 'em come"
"All at once ??
"Ies, all at once.
"And | with only one 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
of circumstances, my dear said Mr.,
Haven,
Il don't believe these people care
a straw about seeing me-" said Mrs.
Haven, ready to burst into tears.
Neither do L. said her hus-
band.
Its only on account of their con-
yenience, the hot weather, and the
high prices at the hotels" added
Mrs. Haven.
Hugh, I've great mind to COM
NIT suicide"
Don't do that. my dear" said
Mr. Haven. Il can suggest better
plan. | was just thinking. do you
know
'Of telegraphing to the city for a
new force of servants, box OF pro-
visions from Fortnum & Masyn's,
half dozen cois, with hair mattress
es and bedding to match p eagerly
interrupted the lady.
Nothing of the sort, interrupted
Mr.. Haven, sercnely ewing the dis
taut landscape through the amc-
thyst rays of cigar smoke, ''Of NOV
ing"
MOVING, Huch?"
''To the little cottage by the lake, .
Mr.. Haven explained.
Only for few days, merely on
account Of repairs at the house
II int upsets my digestion, aud
the sound of a carpenters hammer
sets nay teeth on edge
Besides, Hodge. the contractor,
can work a good deal faster if we're
ali out cf the way"
"Bnt, Hach, the cottages nothing
on earth but a camping-out place,
with hoard floors. and not a particle
Of plaster or paint about il, Remon-
strated Mary.
what Of that. my love-" said the
impurturable husband
Our friends don't come. rs | take
Il, to admire fresco and gliding, but
to enjoy our society"
They'll think we live there al-
ways" said MIS- Haven, with cor
rugated brow.
That j. precisely what | wish
them 70 think, my dear. "
oh r said Nrs. Haven.
''You follow my meaning p
'I-ihink-I heein-to." laid she.
with au amused light beginning TO
sparkle in her eyes.
Yes, dear, perhaps it would be a
good plan 10 move-just while the
repairs are in progress
And She hurried up stairs to pack
a few necessaries at once.
The cottage by Windermere was
not an imposing edifice.
There was plenty OF room in it,
such rs it was, but the floors were
of rude pine boards. the windows
were unlraped, and the furniture
was such as was adapted merely to
the wants of camping parties who
were prepared t. rough it after the
most primitive fashion, and when
Mrs. Caroline Montague Prout
drove mp to the door in a break
heavily laden with trunks, she
stared through her gold Eyeglasses
in n most ridiculous manner at the
rude porch, the shutterless windows.
and the unpainted wood settees on
the grass.
"This isn't The Solitudesl" she
said. Drive on, mani You have
made mistake"
This 'ere's where Lawyer Haven's
folks live" said the man, leisurely
chewing straw.
Guess its enough of solitude
to suit anybody
Il thought it was picturesque,
cottage" " said Mrs. Montagu Prout
in accent of the keenest disappoint-
,nent.
But at this moment Mrs Haven
hurried 70 the door.
Il think you must be my hus-
bands sister Caroline" said she
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