The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1883-06-13


about his sick-room, and matchmaking
The sluggish current of the hours, was secret
ly making up his mind 10 get married
After a man has once been sick in
clearinghouse" he said to himself, "he's
fool ii he don't look around for home of
his own. am forty next month. It's high
time ! was thinking of settling in Its
Eth, who's there ?"
It's me, sir, please !" said Mrs. Pugsley
with some ginger-snaps.
Pshawl !" said Mr. Lilburne. Fling
'em out of the window Give 'em TO the
dogs don't want any more of your city
humbugs /"
6 But please, sir, these are quite differ
eutlp Mrs. Pugsley coaxed--" made by a
young woman from the country, us works
in Mr. Biggs' bakery. Aud | was to ask,
would you be so very good as only to taste
'cm ?n
"Oh, yes, I'll taste them :" said Mr..
Lilburne, sarcastically. 81 It's no trouble to
poison myself, just to oblgc people"
And Mrs. Pugsley, entering with an appre-
hensive air. put the plate of round, golden
cakelets on the table.
{" really think, sir" said she, "if you
would only taste them"
"Hum In /" said Mr. Lilhurne. "These
are quite a different article These are the
kind that my old mother used to turn out /!
They're ambrosia-theyre food for the
gods Who made them, l say"
"I-I don't know, sir, Pm sure" said
Mrs Pugsley, rather discounted by this
direct address, "Some young person in
Mr. BiggS' bakery"
"Osder carriage!" said Mr.. Lilburue-
"and bring me my sable-trimmed overcoat
at once! I'll go and see that young woman.
don't believe there is another person on
the American continent that can make
ginger-snaps like these, now that my poor
old mother Is buiiedl"
Mary Biggs came, laughing, up from the
srbtenanean deeps of Biggs' bakery.
"Oh, yes, Mr.. Lilburne," sold she, 81
made the snaps! Don't you remember me
-Edelgitha's cousin ?"
"But what are you doing down here ?"
demanded Mr. Lilburne, il some amaze
ment.
Earning my own living" Polly prompt
ly answered. "And they told me You didn't
like the store snaps so baked some after
my grandmother's old recipe"
Mr.. Llburne looked at Polly with the re.
spect due to maker of incompatible gin
ger-snaps, mingled with chiyalrous pity for
desolate maiden.
"Miss Polly" said he" that was what
they called you, wasn't it ?"
yes" said Polly, "thats my name"
Perhaps l ought to warn you that I'm
going to be n little abrupt" said he; "but
i should like to marry you"
"0h, dear !" said Polly, starting back in
amazement; 81 couldn't think of such q
thingr
Yes, you ean," said Mr.. Liiburne
"Think of it, that's ali. Think of il for u
week, and then let me know your final de-
cision. I'm not exactly what the world calls
gay young lover but ear give you a
good home and an honest loving heart.
Your uncle can tell you NIL about Leonides
1Iilburne. There, l won't tease you any
longer. just take my proposal into eonsid-
Grafton, that's ALL"
SO he Went away, and Mary, IN her per-
plexlty, went Ill among inc nour-Daireis,
aud took counsel with Uncle Bggs.
Uncle, sad she, what am 10 90 r
My dear, sad the good man. stroking
her hehd with hoary' YET not unkihaiy,
hands, what DO you thihK oouia you
learn TO like nm
~ thihk 30, confessed mary, WIN
downcast eyes. lie spoke 80 pieasantiy
to me- aud he has honest Drown eyes
"T"en | recommend you To say yes,
said Unrlf Biges. Llbnrne rs good,