The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1884-09-06
AN OLD MANS YARN.
BY H. s. KELLER.

What never knew that was de
tective onc'?" asked the fat. jolly old fel
low of the youngsters crowded arouut
him
"Never Uncle Jack; tell us all abou
it" responded ono of the boys.
well. it Nll happened or account of {
little love sffAir of NINE, and"
Were you ever in loveP' suddenly
asked one of the boys. It seemed YER,
odd TO him, and his comrades az well
that t. is cid bachelor. a confirmed wo.
mnn-hater. should have succnmhed &c
the tender passion at any time during
his life.
"lf yon'll wait till relate my expert
ence as deiectiye you'll learn about the
love affair" exclaimed the old man, a
little testify. He was an inveterate story.
teller, and like all adopts of that class G
disliked Interruptions.
The youngsters remnined quiet until
he had filled md lighted his pine. Then,
after fitting his chair back, one of them
iutimated that he and his comrades
would be very much pleased to heal
about the detective feature.
"All right, boys; I'm glad to amuse
you with my yarns; but no interruption o
rememher." The boys promised to abid.
by his desire. After blowing volume
# smoke wiudward. he commenced.
When I was younester of 1S or 10 /
took suddep aversion to farm life. An
existence among horses and cattle seem
ed lily adapted according to nv reason.
ing to promote my future prosperity
Perhaps the vacation visit Of my
onnsin Tom from New York had some
hing TO do with nv unrest. He used to
Prowl about the quiet life in the rural
parts. He said he wouldn't live in the
country and work upon the farm for
sack of gold. The result was, after
had listened to some OF his glowing ac
counts cf life in the great city l became
heartily sick of the farm aud its pro, v
routine. Shortly after Toms return to
: he city he wrote me, telling me that he
lad secured position for me in the
Of Parks e. Co., uf which
firm his father, my uncle, was n partner
Boys, it was the first time that had
ever bid farewell TO the familiar old
home. felt strange, painful tug at
my heart when the stage rounded a turn
IN the road and shut of tho view OF the
little red farmhouse, with mother father.
and the three girls standing under the
big maple in front Of it. Going to New
York in those days was consider, d A
great thing However, lost all pride
in the matter when the evening shadows
II aud 1 found myself alone in the
nusty smelling stage, rolling toward
Albany.
Taking the boat from Albany, final
ly reached New York, the great metropo-
lis of America 1t bas changed greatly
since my first advent upon its noisy
'tream of tTafic aud life. Then Bond
street was the great center of fashion and
wealth. You will find now, 10 many of
The building situated upon that cross
cut between Broadway and the Bowery.
traces of the old style of gorgeous fresco
upon the walls of rooms. now given over
mostly to publishers, lawyers. and third
rate brokers.
Upon my second evening In the city
my cousin Tom took me with him to call
npon the Burton ladies, who lived IN one
NJ the finest residences on Bond street.
Gorgeous was no name for the magnih.
rent surron' dings among which / found
myself. The rooms were papered with
heavy crimson Aux paper, into which tire
gilt figuring sunk over quarter of an
Inch deep. And the carpets-1 can only
liken them To beds of moss, strevn over
with the prettiest flowers. have been
in the same front parlor since. and il is
now u.ed aS den by ope Of orr famous
The Burton sisters mnvpd
uptown years ago. aud the old place
tell 'uto strange hands.
"Frrrhe- Burton WAS The most benu-
tiinl woman ever met. She was n e
Youngest Of three daupLitrs, Is years ,f
age. ano queen among her * SIZE
was one al 'hose Huiahle cratur,s with
whom green country lad ike myself
felt perfectly at ease.