The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1884-10-01

honorsl And tss Tor you, jest show them
eravats at the gates of heaven, and you'll
get let in. There's goodness In this that
ant got no words for. Who else would
care whether poor old maid--old enough
to be his gran'ma--had nothin' or not ?
Don't you think I'd orter go up to soy I'm
obleeged at the college 2"
They don't admit lndies," said tho pro-
fessor; & but I'll take your message"
That evening he enjoyed himself greatly
over the letters and the photographs, while
old Miss Keziah, with dove-like murmur Of
joy, designed her crazy quilts.
Every Sne has some talent. Miss Keziah's
certainly was for quilts.
She concocted of the delicate crayats q
very marvel Of beauty, that reminded one of
the leaves of wild flowers cast down together.
She had the advantage OF perfect material ;
and at last, when the exhibits were present
ed 70 the committee, and she laid hers upon
the table, it-looked really lovely amongst
the garish colors of its rivals.
Miss Keziah had never had triumph in
all her life before; but now she heard
praises of her quilt in all directions and
the professor one morning brought her O
local paper, in which appeared paragraph
to the following effect
:" The most admired OF an the exhibits as
our great fair is crazy quilt, the work Of
Miss Keziah Prudent, an old resident of our
town. It is certain to take the prize"
Miss Keziah pasted this notice on a card,
and framed it in little rustic frame. No
operate soprano ever rejoiced moro utterly
in her press notices.
And, moreover, an offer was made for hei
quilt
Would she sell it for hundred dol.
lars ?" wrote the committee. $685.
II was rich I'd never part with it,"
said poor Keziah to tho professor. "P2
keep it for circumference of you and them
good young men"
Bnt the professor told her that they would
rejoice in her good luck, aud she wrote q
trembling consent to the sale, blotted with
tears of happiness.
The prize was hers. When the fair was
closed abe held in her hand hundred and
twenty-five dollars, md in her heart the
happiness TINT little futter of tickled
vanity must give one unused to II.
Moreover, she had several orders for quilts
from wealthy hdios who had desired to buy
the original, and the professors idea had
really made her life easier.
Besides, now that Miss Keziah Pruden
had become q little famous, one or two
boarders came to occupy her vacant rooms
That crazy quilt WIS pivot on which
fortune turned for the mild old woman.
The professor kept his counsel, enjoyed
his laugh alone, and was not spiteful No
body ever made any condolences concerning
those letters, except young Grub. Young
Grub was very plain and not vain, and very
fond Of the professor. Before he loft col
lege, they supped together, and afterwArd
sat smoking In the moonlight on n balcony.
70 was q romantic moment
Professor Vernon" said young Grub,
:" II l tell you something, youth not laugh
at me 2" s5zz5s-=.z..z5----.--.---.----.---
Oh, no, said the professor.
It's foolish, :" said Grub. "You know
I'm an awfully ugly fellow, rough and all
that no hero for love tale-but-I have
one. Do you know girl has fallen in love
with me ? Could any one believe itp A
handsome girl. never saw her. I'd give
my Life to find her. I'd worship the ground
she trod on. She wrote to ask me for q
cravat l had worn, to treasure. Really. I'm
ashamed to tell you; bni II any one writes
to ask where Orlando Grub hos gone, you'll
give my address. I'd come from the end
of the world. She wouldn't tell her NAME"
:" Couldn't you know, in modesty," said
the professor.
mo-" said Grub "She might have
trusted me- Pm SO thankful for little
love it's not as it is with a lady's man.
Well, suppose FL never meet her."
"The world Is q small place, after all.
Most people meet. You may have met the
writer Of that letter without knowing it,"
NO." said Grub, softly. mo, Ishould
have known her."
The professor would not have told him
the truth for oil the world, nor did no feel
like smiling when, on parting, Grub said
'You know shall be happier oil my hfe
for that letter. did not think any one
could like me. "-Mmy Kyle Dallas.