The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1885-06-03


by Abel and Chatty, and who had actually
developed into n sort of Indian summer of
usefulness under the unwonted stimulus of
plenty of food and bedding and kind treat
ment
And the tobaceo-feld won such renown
throughout the neighborhood that a GENTLE
man from Providence-a famous cigar man.
utaeturer-drove up, one afternoon, to look
at it.
Pretty nice hacker, sab, - chuckled old
Iubal, who, in his ragged working-suit was
working in the little plantation, with an oc.
casional pull at clean clay pipe.
A fine CROP said Mr.. Mayhem. Your
own raising, my man ?"
Me an Miss Dawthy," said old Jubal
Ef dar's anything we understan', it is to.
hacker"
What will you take for it," said Mr.
Mayhem, "as it stands ?"
Mus ask Miss Dawthy," said the old
man, slowly shaking his head. Miss
Dawthy's de boss. Ole Jubal dunno nuf-
fn'.n
Where is this Miss Dawthy of yours ?n
She's done took load OBJ eggs an
poultry into town." said Jubal. "Massa
mus wait"
Who owns the farm ?" Mr.. Mayhem
asked.
Miss Dawthy,n said Jubal.
Who works it ?"
Miss Dawthy."
She must be smart woman" observed
Mr., Mayhem, carelessly.
dat she jes' is ~ said old Jubal. CAS-
smart as de best steel-trap in Providence"
Mr.. Mayhem naturally prepared himself
to behold raw-boned, elderly female,
with hide-and-leather complexion, and
elbows as sharp MS the angle of Virginia
fence. His surprise at the appearance of
pretty Dorothy Mallard can easily be i'm
lgined.
At the end of the season Dorothy balanc-
ed her accounts.
Well, said Silas Green, who had stroll.
ed up in the frosty starlight, with the in.
evitable burnt match in his month, chow
much have you lost ?"
81 don't know that it's any of your busi-
ness" said she, with some spirit.
81 only asked as friend" remarked 81.
as somewhat discounted.
Oh, is that it? l thought it sounded
exactly as If You were asking as an enemy"
drily observed Dorothy. Well, of course,
If tha. is the case, don't object to answer.
ing. | haven't lost anything"
Dust made matters meet, ell 2"
"Plus one hundred dollars /" triumph.
antly responded Dorothy.
Great Scott !" shouted Silas. "There
amt many farmers in Glengowe hev made
more money than TINT this year. Isuppose
It's the tobacco crop"
That, and other things" said Dorothy.
The strawberries have done splendidly,
and could have sold twice as many spring
broilers and fresh eggs if had them. But
don't deny that the tobacco crop has been
very fortunate-very fortunate, indeed ln
she added, with far-away glitter in her
gray-blue eyes.
81 swan to goodness, I'm glad of it I"
said Silas Green, with an effort Yes, l
be. You've done Almost as well as if you'd
ceen man, Dorothy. And l don't mind
tellin' you I've made up my mind to let by.
cones be bygones, and marry you after all. y
Marry me ?" said Dorothy.
Silas Green nodded his head benevolent
ly.
"Oh, no, don't think you WILL" said
she.
=" I've decided to let you take care of the
children just as you please" said Silas.
Though 1 still think IL would be better to
bind 'em out to trades. For there's no de.
nying that you're smart girl. Dorothy,
l somehow can't get you out of my
head. l."
" Don't go on, please |" faltered Dorothy.
" / mustn't listen to it, Silns. am ever SO
much obliged to you, but am engaged to
mother man !"
Halo !" said Silas.
He took up his hat and went precipitate-
ly home.
I" 1 wonder who it can be-" said he TO
himself. &c There amt a man in Glengowe
half good enough for Dorothy Mallard I"
But the next Sunday, with all the roads
covered with the first pearl-white snow of
the season, a cutter dashed by him as he
ploddcd along toward the old stone church.
Its Dorothy !" said he, stopping to stare
after it. "And that's Mr.. Mayhem, the
cigar manufacturer from Providence that
bought in her tobacco crop. I see it all
now I-see- tall"
As for old Jubal, he rejoiced greatly.
"De righteous is allays cared for" said
he. "I's to sweep out de warehouses an
feed de engine-fres. rs allays hankered
arter warm place. And rs to have all de
waste chewing shog l wants. EFF dar's any
better place dan dat, wishes dey'd jes' let
me know !n-Helen Forrest Gyages.