The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1886-11-03

WIN PINK Lius,sn, ana . wInuow opening
on the fragrant pine woods.
well. said the woman called Mary, in
dulging in heightened stare, as she set the
candle down in front of the mirror, "hoV
do you like 'em?'
Like whom % stammered Rachel.
" Why, John and his father, to-be-sure.'
.sy-very much, !" murmured poor Rachel
81 thought So" said Mary. It'll ba
your own fault if you aren't happy here.'
Rachel was silent. In fact and in truth.
abe did not know what to say.
+" I'd be glad and thankful to stay my.
self, added Mary, if it wasn't that my
stepmother is sick and my father needs me-
And mark my words, she added, lowering
her tones to mysterious whisper" John
will make splendid husband to any
woman. If j was you, I'd set my cap at
him."
"Please don't talk So" said Rachel,
ready to cry. "I--I don't like it !"
At which Mary only giggled, and took
up the candle once more.
:" Are you ready for support ?" said she /;
because it is time for me to dish it now,
Chickens, fricasseed in cream, and coffee
and hot mullins. John would have some.
thing extra nice, because you were coming.
And he picked them flowers in the blue
vase ON the bureau" she added, nodding
her head toward bunch of blue gentian
aud cream-white moccasin- flowers, whose
delicately- tinted petals had seemed to smile
welcome toward her from the very first.
And poor Rachel felt herself more of q
fraud than ever
will confess tomorrow, she kept re.
peating to herself. Tomorrow they shall
know everything, but tonight 1 am SO
faint, so hungry, SO utterly wearyl"
But all of sudden a dreadful fear took
possession of her mind
Supposedly suppose-that the real
expected one were to come in, what would
become of me? Would they put me out Of
doors for an impostor? Would they send
for constable2 Should be liable to i'm.
prisonment for obtaining food and shelter
on false pretonses? Oh, If I only knew
what TO do ~
With these thoughts passing through her
mind, poor little Rachel eyed her kindly
hosts with startled glances like hunted
hare, while the shifting color came and went
in her cheek at every word.
And finally, at the end of the evening
her conscience proved too much for her !;
and starting up she went toward the pleas
ant old gentleman, who, lying among his
pillows, had tried SO cordially to be kind ia
her and make her feel at home
please she said, with a historical
tremor in her voice, 9 would you be good
enough to tell me if l am very far from
Milkweed Farm ?'
"From Milkweed Farm ~ echoed the in
valid, actually lifting himself up ON one
rheumatic arm in the extremity of his sur
prise.
From Milkweed Farm ?" repeated
handsome John, his laughing hazel eyes
seeming to dilate and grow larger and darker
than ever.
Because" went on Rachel, breathlessly,
Il want to go there at once-this very
moment! | am only an imnnstar I IT,
not the person You suppose me to be T.
My name is Rachel Denning !"
"Why, of course it is !" said the old
gentleman, soothingly. We are perfect
ly aware of that"
Didn't we write You letter the day be
fore yesterday and address it to that very
name ?" said John, earnestly. Didn't we
"But" cried Rachel, 81 never received
any such letter Don't | tell YOU