The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1884-01-16
Wednesday, Jan. Is, 1884.
MY LOVER AND l."

Common Pleas, i should still relterate Init
statement. Sheets of water poured from
the caves, Aunt Sabina's big hogshead,
under the wooden conductor trough, was
brimming full, the cutters along the road
streamed like miniature Niagara Rivers, and
the sleepy old tune played ceaselessly upon
the roofs as l came into the low-ceiled sit
ting-room, where Uncle job lay on the
lounge, with his brows all wrinkled with
pain.
Well, Uncle job" said, cheerfully,
show did the dinner taste 1t wasn't bad
for raw hand, was it ?"
ibid you cook that dinner ?" said Uncle
Job.
Why, of course I did y answered.
az thought you had old Mrs Lettsom
here
She couldn't GOMEZ" said l. Her
daughter, down at Leadtown, was very sick.
So turned cook myself. 1t wasn't such
poor dinner, was it, for girl who never
handled stew-pan in her life before 2"
sNever ate better dinner in my life,n
said Uncle Job. g How did you do it p'
mwell," said I, with little gieeful
chuckle, 81 got down the old cookery
book, and rallied all my common sense
around me. That was how / did it. And
now I'm going out to milk and fodder the
cattle and feed old Dobbin.n
You ?" said Uncle Job.
Eyes, 1. Why not ?"
at isn't girls business" sighed Uncle
Job.
But there is no one else to do it p re-
torted |.
This was how it happened had come
down from Albany to visit my uncle and
aunt, because had dropped little after
graduating at st. Agnes School, and the
old family doctor said needed change of
air.
Uncle Job and Aunt Sabina were very
kind, and soon regained my lost roses, to
say nothing of a most devastating appetite.
And Candace, the old colored servant, made
perfect pet and plaything of me.
I gathered ferns and MOSES in the woods,
hunted eggs in the barn, sketched oil the
pretty points in The neighborhood, and had
being able to fire off Uncle Jobs arrient,
double barreled rifle, when crisis arrived
In our domestic affairs. Aunt Sabina went
10 Vermont, to visit relative
went out into the kitchen, laughing to
myself, and put ON the cowhide boots then
sailed out into the rain, Independently
swinging my lantern on one finger.
The COWS, two big-eyed, gentle Attorneys,
we're easily MIXED, foddered and locked
into their shed but of the horses, although
I would not have admitted as much to any
mortal soul, I was secretly afraid l could
deal out their hay to them, forking it into
the managers from the square holes in the
loft-hoor; but was obliged, with assumed
valor but much inward fear and trembling,
to carry the pails of water into the very
stalls of Bob and Roam, and hold them ny
I'd better take the opportunity now,
while Marian is here to keep her uncle COM
pany and read the newspaper to him. said
she.
And she had hardly got there before old
Candace received tidings that her brother
was ut the point of death at Saratoga; and
off she went, promising duly to return.
But she didn't return. Instead, we got
letter, ill-spelled and written ON piece of
yellow wrapping-paper, inclosed in an en-
velope turned wrong side out, with " Can
dace's respectful duty, and she took mp the
pen to tell ne that Miles was mortal bad and
she couldn't nohow leave him just yeti
g What are we to do ?" said Uncle job
Never mind, " said l. "Tll keep house"
But troubles never come alone. That
very morning, Uncle Job slipped on the
cellar stairs and broke his leg
bandaged it in cold water, as we'll Ms l
could, and sent little Harry Farley who
CHANGED TO be passing on his way TO school
for the nearest doctor.
Old Doctor Jennings ~ said the lad
g or Doctor Walton ~
Whichever you can get first !" said |,
wringing my hands. Oh, do hurry How
do know but that inflammation will set in,
or gangrene, or something of the kind :"
The boy set off on q dog trot, and that
was the last saw of him.
As the twilight closed darkly in, and
Uncle Job groaned occasionally, my heart
began to misgiye me.
i wish had gone for the doctor N.Y.
self" pondered. However, dare say
he will come soon."
And strove to be as cheerful as possible,
changing the cold congresses as soon as
they got heated, and inwardly signing over
the rapidly-sweiling ankle
And so it was that at dusk / lighted the
barn-lantern, put ON Uncle Jobs water.
proof cloni, and prepared tc sally forth to
the barn.
"Don't look like a cowboy, Uncle Job"
said /, buttoning up the coat, which would
easily have held two of me.
Marian" said Uncle Job, surveying my
outfit in o care-worn manner, ''you must
put on my old cow-hide boots"
" Your old eow-hide boots, Uncle Job ?'
" Yes" he nodded. iinperatively; " those
paper-soled French things of yours will
never do. There's the clover medder to go
through, and the road is streamin' wet.n
" But, Uncle job" | protested, they
would swallow up my feet entirely"
So much the better" said Uncle job.
"You won't get 'em wct.'
10 their velvet noses. However, they neither
bit nor kicked me, and d2os long sigh
of relief, as | skurried onco more out OF
Roan's immediate neighborhood, and went
to empty the sour milk into the pig-sty /;
and then bolted the barn-door, and tri,
umphantly returned to the house, the Ian,
tern swung knapsackfashion across my
shoulder, and Drumming pail of milk in
either hand.
:. Look, Uncle Job u cried, breathless-
ly, pushing open the door, !" what splen.
did lot of milk have got
There stood en- ta5teau in the eowhide
boots, the dripping waterproof coat, with
Uncle Jobs ragged felt hat jammed down
over my curls, and wisps of hay scattered
about my dress and there, directly before
me, was an elegant gentleman, in q black
diagonal suit, with seal-ring ON his finger
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