The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1885-11-04
INTERESTING STORY.
CAPTAIN JOE.D

We want some place." said Fulvia
Jombes, "where we can board cheap.
Very cheap indeed Perhaps, ma'am, you
can tell us of some such locality ?''
The plump, specialized farmers wife who
was standing in the doorway, fiinging Jumps
of scalded meal to her young turkey-chicks,
looked with some surprise at the two young
ladies in the blue serge dresses, broad-rim-
med hats, and wide leather belts, who had
ventured within her domains. They were
pretty girls, and had o pleasant way with
hem. Mrs. Flint felt sorry for them, they
looked so tired, and heated with the sun.
Mo-" said she, meditatively, % /
don't know of no such places. Deacon
Springer, mp at Perkins Point, takes board.
ers some years, but his rooms are full |
Aud l can't say as l know of any Other
place."
I" May we draw some cool water from the
we'll? 2" said Alice Hope, CHANGING toward
the tall sweep.
" Aud welcome" said Mrs. Flint. "And
I'll get you tin cup 70 drink out of, if
you'll waitn
The water was cold and sparkling-the
scent of the tall white lilies and clove-gilli-
flowers at the back of the house was so full
/ of old-fashioned sweetness that Fulvia's
heart grew bold within her She drew closs
to the old woman and murmured, with in,
sinuating sweetness
" Couldn't-couldn't we stay here ?"
" Law bless you !" said Mrs. Flint, in
amazement, :" don't take boarders N
+" But you might take us !n coaxed Fulvia.
g haven't got hired gall" said Mrs.
Flint
q We would help you with the house,
work" suggested Alice And we wouldn't
be the least trouble in the world ~
a. amt used, neither amt Flint and
Hiram, to havin' fine ladies around" plead
ed Mrs. Flint piteously.
" But we are not fine ladies' explained
Fulvia. we are working girls out here
for our two weeks vacation. We always try
to be ladies'" she added with n faint flush
on her cheek, /" but there is nothing fine !,
about us. Miss Hope here, is typewriter
and stenographer, and / am in a telegraph
office in Albany. Our salaries are aot large,
and We find it necessary to economic in
everything" ta
- Do let us stay" urged Alice, who had
little soft voice like o thrush, and wistful
blue eyes that shone through thick, dark
lashes. !" Well occupy one room, and you
can put us where you please"
"rve only got the garrett bedroom" said
Mrs. Flint, hesitatingly, "ani that amt
finished Off fE
g We don't caro- whether it is or not, SO
long as il has windaw and door," gayly
Interrupted Fulvia, remembering the pro-
verb that " she who eesitates is lost"
a. Well, it's got BOTH" said Mrs. Flint /;
aand q nice outlook over the lake, into tba
bargain"
Can we comel' eagerly questioned
Alice.
do say that we can come" said Fulvia
Well, don't care" said the farmers
wife. You can try it for week, and il
you can put up with our plain ways"
But Fulyia checked the sentence with a
kiss.
"Don't think me too familiar" said she /;
"but you do look SO motherly and kind
and we are SO tired I"
Far from being offended, Mrs. Flint kiss
| ed her new acquaintance back again, and
then took both the girls up to the garnet
| bedroom, which was all that could be de-
sired.
I L. xxba fatb las,
he hears I've took city boarders," said Mrs,
Flint, half laughing, half perplexed. But
the six dollars week that they're going to
pay me will help deal toward the interest
on the mortgage"
"Three dollars q week each |" cried
Fulvia dancing up and down; land such
lovely little room land berries and real
cream, stewed chickens that are chickens,
and not old hens Alice, we're in clover !"
We are certainly very Fortunate" said
Alice, who was looking out at the lovely
blue expanse of the lake, with tender, misty
| eyes.
The next day Alice and Fulvia cams
home from their afternoons ramble in q
state of unprecedented excitement.
"We have made o discovery I" said
| Alice.
1--WE have found genuine wreck T"
cried Fulvia.
oh, said Hiram Flint, the handsome,
dark-eyed son of the farmer, who had Just
brought in fresh supply Of wood for the
fire, =" it's the old steamboat, the lap
wing"
Used to ply up an down the lake, +" said
Mrs. Flint. Was wrecked in gale, and
they beached her in the cove. There want
enough left Of her to be worth tryin to re-
| pair; and there she's laid ever since
twenty good years, at least !"
But it's such picturesque wreck" said
Alice. " I'm going 10 sketch it tomorrow.
| And who is the tall old man in the gray suit
who walks up and down the floor of the
uined cabin p
Hiram and his mother exchanged startled
chances.
"Tall old man ~ hurriedly repeated Mrs
Flint. :. What is the girl talkin' about !
There amt no tall old man there"
Yes there is" persisted Alice, ~ saw
him. 1t was in the dusk. SO couldn't dis
tinguish his features quite plainly but he
certainly was there. Fulyia called out to
| him, but he didn't answer"
at was the mist and the shadows most
likely" sa;d Hiram, doggedly. :" 1t could
| MT have been anything else. And If was
you, young ladies', 1 wouldn't go there any