The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1885-12-16
MRS. JOHN JONES.

The train to Gilesd Falls was late upon
that particular Monday afternoon and as
natural consequence thereof, the stage
coach TO Gilead Gorge was an hour behind
time.
Once you lose five minutes, and therell
be plenty o. set-backs to make it ten," as
Reuben Dolly, the stage-driver, ironically
remarked, as he piled up the trunks on the
baggage-wagon. that was to go ON first.
This 'ere's for Fuller's Farm" said he,
land oil the rest for the View Hotel. Now
look out, you !" to the boy in charge, and
don't go to tippin the bags and bandboxes
down the side of the mountain
50 Guess I've driy' on these ere roads
afore, said Simon Sackett, the long-legged
young Jehu.
g Yes, but there's some people MS don't
never learn wisdom by experience said
Reuben, MS he rolled up the leather curtains
of the stage-coaeh, and fastened them with
n rusty buckle.
And when the baggage-wagon reached
the Gorge, the trunks and boxes were all
shaken into such an undistinguishable con.
fusion that Simon did not know one from
another
There's two Mrs. John Joneses,p said
he. One on ems to go to the hotel, and
'tother to Fuller's Farm. Now which i.
which, That's what I'd like to know
Harry Fuller, who was waiting at the
crossroads, with his one-horse wagon,
speedily settled the question.
Why this big trunk goes to the hotel.
OF course said he. g Our Mrs. John Jones
is dressmaker, coming here for two weeks
rest. HTaint likely she'd travel with trunk
as big as Noahs Ark, is it? Keel in the
little one, quick !"
So that when Mrs. John Jones herself
reached the crossroads, she very naturally
entered the same equipage that contained
her trunk.
She was little woman, with cheeks
which still retained a youthful freshness !;
yellow, ripping hair and timid blue ewes !:
and she was dressed in an inexpensive
black, covered all over with linen buster.
Harry Fuller glanced at her with a side
wise regard, as he whipped mp his fat and
meditative horse.
81 don't quite know how you'll like it,n
said he, "but our folks have changed your
room"
Changed my room ~ said the boarder,
glancing inquilingly at him.
You see, after we settled you were TO
have the front bed room, " he explained, "my
mother got letter from Mrs. Lection who
used to work in the factory here, years and
years ago but she married city lawyer,
and now there isn't anything quite good
enough for her And they wanted my
mother to give them three communicating
rooms and so mother thought you would
MT mind the little room over the kitchen
City boarders mostly spend all their time
out doors, you know and it isn't so very
hot after the supper fire has gone ont"
Mrs. John Jones was silent.
~ told mother she oughtn't to do it,"
said the young farmer but Mrs. Lection
would have that room. And mother thought
she could explain it all to you when you
came. And the room will be fifty cents
week less"
"Ohl" said Mrs. John Jones.
Fuller's Farm was a long, Jow, struggling
building, shaded by ancient elms, and pos
sessing peaked roof and chimney stack
which would have delighted the soul of an
artist.
Old Mrs. Fuller hustled to receive her
guests. The tea hour was already past, but
there was bowl of milk and heaping
saucer of red raspberries on the table, and
the little earthen-ware teapot still simmered
on the back of the stove in o hospitable
way.
81 hev to be dretful ceremonious with
the Lotions" said Mrs. Fuller {" but can
do most as please with you, Mrs. Jones I"
And as Mrs. Jones slipped her cup of tea,
and crumbled delicious, homemade bread
into her bowl of milk, she could hear an
animated conversation going on in the
kitchen beyond, between the old lady and
her son.
It's all nonsense, Henry /" said Mrs
Fuller, who, being little deaf, did not al
ways consider how loud she spoke
what you to give up your room, and go
out to the barn-chamber Hoity-toity
Amt the kitchen bedroom good enough
for dressmaker ?"
Hush, mother She is real lady, l
ell you,p reasoned Harry.
Fiddlesticks /" said Mrs. Fuller.
"And am sure the kitchen bedroom
wouldn't suit her." pursued Harry.
g Mother, II is too small and too warm.
And if you will fix up mine for her, would
just as soon sleep in the barn these sultry
nights"
''Oh, pshaw !" said Mrs. Fuller. Dress
makers hadn't ought TO give themselves airs
And Mrs. Lefton was dreadful annoyed
when she heerd was going to take work.
ing-woman in to board. She wouldn't ha'
come if Ghe'd ha' knowed it, she said"
Then should advise her to stay away"
observed Harry Fuller, with some emphasis.
But you will make this arrangement,
mother, won't your To please me p
And he took up the empty milking pail
and went out.
Mrs. John Jones smiled to herself
!" So have champion already r she
thought.
Harry Fuller's vacated room, albeit it was
in the high peak of the roof, was a great
improvement on the hot little hole over the
kitchen which had been intended for /" the
boarder.' 1t was large and airy, and CON-
raanded fine view of the sound, and there
was snug little corner closet for her