The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1885-12-16
LAMBERTvIILE N. j., WEDNESDAY DECEMBER 49, 1885.

Hotel" thought she.
Mrs. Lefton, fat, purple-faced woman
in rainbow-tinted grenadine gown, and
diamond rings up TO the knuckles of her
pudgy hands, turned up her nose immense.
ly at the new boarder.
It's very unfortunate that woman conf
ing here just now" she said. Lefton is so
particular about the folks that l associate
with. But perhaps since it can't be helped
she can show me how to alter over Mariet-
ta's black tissue dress that the French mad
am spoiled. I'd be willing to pay her half
rrice for helping me-"
Mrs. Jones, however, gently declined
Mrs. Lotions patronizing offer.
am here for rest and recreation, not
for work" she said. 81 have q Partisan
pattern which will willingly lend you !;
but for the rest, must beg to be excused. !"
Stack-up thing!" said Mrs. Lefton.
She can go walking with the children,
Mrs. Fuller, and hunt for maiden-hair ferns
with your Harry half the day, but she can't
go to work to earn stray penny. Eve no
patience with such upstairs that are above
their business -
"She seems very ladylike, /" said old Mrs.
Fuller.
:" It's because she copies the airs and
graces of the fine folks that come in to be
fitted at her missus' place" said Mrs. LIEF
ton, violently tanning herself.
Even while this vehement colloquy was
going on at the house, Olivia Jones was sit
ting on fallen log in the blackberry pas
slre, With Harry Fuller leaning with folded
arms against a thorn-apple tree close behind
her.
But l really mean it, Mrs JONES'" said
he, earnestly
That's oil nonsense said the widow,
half-smiling. How can you mean it, when
you have only known me for ten days?n
A week or month can make no differ
ence to me-" persisted he. "I love you,
Mrs. Jones. can't bear to see you ground
down and insulted by women like that Mrs.
Lection. I'm only farmer, know, but I've
half-share in this place, with oil its sur.
rounding land, and the saw-mill on Gilead
River; and if you'll trust yourself to ME,
You shall never know what want or trouble
is. Mrs. Jones' Oliyia-wont you give me
n word of hope ?"
"Would you marry-a mere dress.
maker ?"
% would marry you, Olivia, in a second,
il you will only sag the word !"
But, Harry"
He took her hand in his.
ITS all right now, Olivia" said he, with
sparkling eyes. Of you did not care fol-
me you never would have called me Harry
in that tonen
And that was the way in which they be-
came engaged.
Mrs Fuller was electrified when she heard
of it.
You, Henry" she cried, that might
hev married Amanda Plumb, or even Mrs
Lotions darter Marietta, TO take up with
dressmakin woman, Who
Just then there came tap at the, door. A
little, wrinkle-faced person stood there, in
crumpled hat and widows veil, with
capacious trunk, wheeled ON wheelbarrow
by boy, behind her.
Mrs. FullerPn said this parsonage
whose general appearance reminded one OF
badly-folded parcel
Yes" said the farmers wife. but ]
don't know who you are"
Mrs. John JONES'" explained the
stranger the lady who has engaged your
second floor front. In the dress-making bust
ness. There been some mistake, and my
trunk was sent on to the View Hotel, and
some other persons was fetched here.
was unexpectedly detained by old Mrs.
Mopson's funeral orders, and I've just dis.
covered the blunder."
Mrs. Fuller stared until her spectacle
glasses assumed the proportions of two
moons
If you're the dressmaker that drove the
bargain with me by letter." said she, /" then
who is this Mrs. Jones?"
The yellow-tressed widow smilingly spoke
up.
"0nly usurper, Mrs Fuller" said she,
81 had engaged a suit of rooms at the View
Hotel, but circumstances drifted me here
instead; and don't regret it, on the
whole"
She put hei hand inside Harry's arm as
she spoke.
my stars !" cried the astounded Mrs.
Lefton. "Then you are the rich Mrs. John
Jones who was coming to the hotel-the
lady that owns half the West India Islands.
mot quite SO bad as that" said Mrs
Jones, smiling. "But cannot call myself
poor, especially since have been fortunate
enough to win an honest mans love-"
And when old Mrs. Fuller related this
story, as she often did, she always capped
the climax by saying, complacently
$50 our Harry was a fortune-hunter,
after oil, only he didn't know itl"-Helea
Forrest GraDes.