The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1884-10-01
INTERESTING STORY.
THOSE GOOD YOUNG MEN,

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Miss Keziah Prudent, and it's prize of
twenty-five dollars. know could get it
II had the silks, for I've got real danger
Gus maniac idea about one. But, gracious
me? nobody won't give you no scraps now
adays; and as for buyin' 'em, could num-
more afford it than a cat. Besides, there
wouldn't be no objec'. I've got sewin' silk
enough. Samanthy spriggs, the dress
maker, that boarded here, used TO throw
her ends of spools and skeias into paper
box, that she left when she got married
Said might have 'em, but I can't get
pieces. Well, I've got to give it up, that's
all; though it would give me church clothes
this fall |"
Poor Miss Keziah was old and plain and
poor, and her house was not we'll furnished
or her style elegant Professor Vernon
boarded with her out Of pure charity, for
he might have lived where he chose. But
Miss Keziah did her best to make him COM
Portable, and he knew that now all the sum-
mer boarders had left her he stood between
the little household aAd starvation. There
was little boy to be taken care of, Miss
Keziah's granddaughter, and the little house
stood on half an acre of ground, which
bore nothing but old-fashioned flowers and
an ancient grapevine, that gave promise of
plenty every summer, but was given over
to evil-minded worms long before autumn
came
The professor sat eating his breakfast as
the old lady talked, and being kind
hearted fellow, with real friendship for the
poor old woman, he paid attention to every
word she said.
Things do happen better than we ex-
pect, Miss Keziah, he said. Perhaps you
might manage to do it after all"
But poor old Keziah shook her head, and
he saw her wipe away tear with the cor.
ner of her apron as she turned away; and
il occurred to him that men had accom-.
plished much moro hopeless things than
;he procuring of bits of silk for crazy
luilt. A woman would have known that
they could be bought, but he, being man,
did not know how or where number OF
small pieces Of various colors might be pro.
cured. He knew enough of crazy quilts to
see that these were necessary, and he pom
dered long and deeply. Finally, he went to
his room and brought down two cravats,
blue and pearl color and laid them on the
old lady's apron as she sat Smelling peas on
the doorstep.
Would that sort of silk do ?" he asked
"You can have these"
"Oh, how lovelyi" said Miss Keziah.
just perfect; but don't you deprive your.
self2 No? Well, thank you. I'll get
bit of black, and start-sort of pretend TO
myself I'll hev more any way"
And the professor, with smile, caught
up his hat and started for the college. On
the way he purchased box of delicate note
paper and envelopes, and In cosy den of
his own at the college sat down and COM
posed the following billet:
+ must, of course, conceal my name
and give you no clew TO my identity. You
will see that when you have read what am
about to write.
Il am young lady of seventeen, be-
longing to family Of high social position
and / may say, since you do not know me,
that am not only rich but handsome.
have had many offers, but since have seen
you can think of no one else. Your ap-
pearance, your manner, the intelligence Of
your conntenance, oil thrill my very soul,
and think Of you night and day.
II is foolish, perhaps, but I long for
something you have worn to treasure next
my heart as miser treasures his gold. You
wore on one occasion cravat of delicate
tint that became you we'll. Will you send
me that" You cannot dream what II will
DO to me to have il for my own-my very
own. Yours-ever unknown, but ever Low.
ing, LEoNn.
Having manifolded this letter, the pro-
fessor addressed one to every student In the
college and arranged for their delivery, and
waited results.
They were satisfactory. A flush Of tick.
led vanity rested ON the cheek Of every youth
under the academic roof that day. The bait
was swallowed.
The little boy who was employed for the
purpose brought bagful Of envelopes to
the professor each evening for three days.
He opened them in his room. Each con-
tanned loye-letter, more or less tender,
vivacious. or sentimental, according TO the
character of the writer, and brand new
cravat, of delicate color, sedulously rump.
led little TO appear to have been worn.
Many inclosed photographs and begged an
interview. Some pfofessed TO remember
that lovely face" to feel sure they knew
it well. The professor packed away the
letters and photographs, and took the cravata
10 Miss Ksziah. .lf-4Yf
1.-THE college boys sent you these" he
said "Will thov do p"
IDOL" cried Miss Keziah. "why, they
are beautiful couldn't dream Of nothin'
more soothin' than the colors. I can't
believe Pm awake. Oh, them good Young
men Nav they all get the first rlrizea and