The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1884-09-24
INTERESTING STORY.
SARAH AIMS IDEA.

Rushing River was one of those wild
woodland retreats which force themselves
into favor, nobody knows how or why.
There was q beetling precipice, fringed with
woods; there was wild torrent leaping in
mad rushes of foam over its rocky bed
there were glens and cascades, deep ravines
and solitary dells and there were few
houses clinging to the stony terraces in
way that set the theory of gravitation utter
ly at defiance. And here the Rushing Riv
critics had vegetated ever since the Declare
ton of Independence, until one day city
capitalist came there to visit his wife's cou.
sin.
"A fine place this !" said Mr.. Cashbags.
"Why don't you make something of it {"
The wife's cousin looked around with
lack-lustre eyes, and hands deep down in
his pockets.
"Wal," said he, faint good for much
as q sheep pasture, and there don't seem to
be nothin' else Its calculated for"
Mr.. Cashbags went home, consulted his
bank book, and summoned his architect. A
year afterward great, glittering hotel hung
on tho edge of the cliffs-a settlement OF
Queen Anne cottages and gothic villas had
sprung up, mushroom-like, along the road,
staring new railway station bore its gilded
sign, and telegraph connection was made
with New York and Philadelphia and
Rushing River, almost by magic, had be.
come fashionable resort.
And the city ladies went about, asking
each other:
Have you been to Mrs. GrIgson's2"
Mrs. Grigson, be it explained, was tn,
plump little widow Of a deceased farmer,
who was endeavoring to exc out her slender
income by keeping curiosity store. where
in she offered for sale goodly assortment
Of Indian arrow-heads, fossils, walking
canes, willow baskets, and whatever else
suggested itself as likely to sell and upon
shelf at the back, she had arranged, after
most attractive fashion, q store of old
bowls, cracked cream pitchers, and antique
plates. which she had patiently accumulated
during search among the old farm-housea
within a circuit of dozen miles.
j." 1 am told that city people fancy such
can make little money out of them"
But the guests of the River House, al
though they declared that the old crockery-
ware was . too sweet for anything" did not
seem in hurry to buy. The fact was, they
wanted " bargains"
'You "a, too much" said Mrs. Harri-
man, who, scarcely month before, had
paid Osman Effendi, in dirty New York
lane, nearly hundred dollars for a particu-
lar pattern of antique china cup, with zig
gag crack down its side. 1.-Two dollars for
this plate It's positively exorbitant, Mrs.
Grigson ~
" couldn't make anything If sold it for
less !" said the poor little woman, ready to
| cry.
That's all nonsense !" said Mrs Harri
man.
" Certainly, it is nonsense !" added Miss
irene Ingomar No one eN yet made
money by charging absurd prices. But I
believe everybody at Rushing River wants
to impose upon US just because we came
from the city. If you'll say seventy-fve
cents for this pink bowl, now"
"Oh, I couldn't possibly |" said Mrs.
Grigson, looking as red as the roses on the
bowl.
Every well" said Miss Ingomar. "Then
there's an end of the matter"
And she put the bowl back on the shell
with some energy.
At the weeks end, Mrs. Grigson had not
sold half dozen pieces.
Apparently the city ladies were in com.
bination against her. They had come in