The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1886-01-20
INTERESTING STORY.
THE BURGLARS At R0SEBANK.

People always called her bessie, because
lhe was the very sort of person to be nick.
named-a round, rosy, dimpled little girl.
to whom a three-syllabled nomenclature
seemed nothing short of ridiculous. But
her baptismal name was Decima, and she
was the youngest of ten daughters Time
and ink would fail us were we to endeavor
to describe the various methods by which
the other nine Miss Dartmouths made their
ivings. They were tall hard-featured wo-
men, of more or less masculine appearance,
and mature age-in fact, Bessie seemed to
have unconsciously monopolized all the
good looks of the family, but sufficient to
say that they were all self-supporting indi-
viduals And just mt the time that Bessie
graduated from the Normal College and be-
gan to wonder what she should do to con
quer livelihood, John March appeared,
sort of living answer to the conundrum,"
and married her.
Shall we take a city fat, dear ?" the
young bridegroom asked; or would you
prefer country home %
Oh, the country, by all means :" Bessie
ried, clapping her hands. Wouldn't it
be lovely to have n pet lamb with ribbon
around its neck, and beehives, and roses,
an strawberries of ones own? Dear John,
should be SO happy in the country Only
wouldn't it be lonesome with you gon.
all day %
and stay with you, and help you keep
no Use, said Mr.. March and Dessie's face
grew radiant once more.
"Fll ask Rachel she said g Rachel is
nearest my own age, and we've always been
so fond of each other-and l don't think
Tat the confined air of that book-folding
place agrees with her. Oh, we shall be so
happy together, Rachel and me !"
So John March interviewed various real
estate agents, and the upshot of it all was
that he took a pretty little cottage in New
Jersey-one of those picturesque places
oyergrown with ivy, and surrounded with
shrubbery which seem made expressly to
put into pictures.
It's sort O. run down." the agent said,
but it's dreadful harnsome place. Ever
80 many people have been to look at it, but
they got discouraged with the leaky cell
ings and widowed wall paper and that sort
of thing. And that's one reason the rent is
put down to sort o. reasonable, don't We
soc 7"
That's nothing said Mr.. March. "A
carpenter and paper-hanger will set thai
sort of thing to rights Immediately. And
the place is really Perfect gem, with that
fine river view, and the old elm-trees on the
lawn I"
So in the soft April haze, Mr.. and Mrs.
March, and Rachel Dartmouth moved out
their cabinet piano and bookcase, and the
few pretty little articles of furniture with
which they intended to commence the great
battle of housekeeping. " We can get what.
over else we want at our LEISURE" said they.
more favorable aspect in which to view
their new home could scarcely have been
desired. The trees were all budding in ten.
der green, the naples along the course of
the river were hanging out their crimson
flags, and the jonquils and crocuses bios
somed in the sunny border under the south
windows Bessie ran about like delighted
:hild, and John and Rachel watched hei
with amused eyes as she kept discovering
aew charms about " Rosebank with every
moment.
But" said Rachel, glancing around her,
8" isn't it little lonesome ?"
Lonesome ~ echoed Bessie " but that's
just what we want, John, and you and
We're sufficient society for ourselves, aren't
we 2"
ooh, don't mean that /" said Rachel
Well, what do you mean ~
az hope there are no tramps about here,
,r burglars !" added Rachel, starting as the
iraught of wind blew the front door shut
with a tremendous bang.
John gave her a warning glance behind
Dessie's head.
Nonsense" exclaimed he, :" what could
ever have put such an idea into your head,
Rachel? ?"
Pm sure there are plenty of good stout
bolts and bars on all the DOORS" said Des-
sic, who was calculating where she could
best locate her poultry-house, and nothing
more was said on the subject.
But she thought of it afterward. She was
q little uneasy when she saw that the con-
servatory, with its easily scaled crystal
walls, opened from the parlor with only
door.
That door is no protection at ALL" she
thought. If any one got in from outside
it would be the easiest thing in the world tc
cut through the panes of glass, and turn the
lock inside must get John to have that
glass door replaced with strong wooden
one tine very first thing. OF course there's
no danger, but it's just as well to take
every precaution in solitary spot like this
whero there isn't single house in sight"
While, at the same time, Rachel, from
the garden below, was obviously cycling the
pretty little glass extension.
g It's very fanciful and fantastic" she
said to herself; but, if were John and
Bessie, I'd have it boarded up, or turned
into an above for books or something. 1t
isn't likely that bessie will want to raise
camellias or palms or rare orchids, really,
1t seems to me to be the one unsafe place
about the premises"
And then she went into the house where
Bessie had begun to arrange her pretty little