The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1886-11-10


was sallying through the gate.
TIM goin' to pick blackberries."
Cant help you ?" questioned Lettice.
Dear heart olive, child, no." cried Mrs.
Medbury. What could your little white
satin hands do in a tangle of blackberry
bushes? 1t is well enough for my calloused,
sunburned old paws, but you're different
person, altogether"
But may watch you, mayn't I?n de-
manded Lettice jumping to her feet and
catching her shady straw hat from the peg
behind the door, where its rose-colored rib
bons were fiuttering in the breeze.
Mrs. Medbury was busy gathering the
shining jet berries into her basket, as Let
tice came down the garden path; she look
ed up with smile.
What are You going to do with SO many,
Mrs. Medbury?" asked the girl. I'VE
never can eat them ALL
No more we couldn't" snid Mrs. Med
bury, gravely. "why, child, Tim goin' to
sell 'em.n
Where 20
Well, buckle up old Bonnie and Jest
drive round in New Harbor, and.aslS at all
the doors until git EN- sold out"
"Do you like it 9' asked Lettice, thought
fully.
We'll faint SO disagreeable," was tn,
reflective answer.
q should think it would be fun" said
Lettice. ooh, should like to go with
you, Mrs. Medbury !"
Well, child, you shall, if you've mind
to. I'm goin tomorrow mornin', but you'll
have to get up by four o'clock"
'Oh, don't mind that cried Lettce,
gleefully "pll be sure to be ready"
True to her word, she was waiting on the
doorstep when the little old wagon came
numbering round to the door at Ave o'clock
the next morning, its implanted seat draped
by shaggy buffalo robe, and every avail
able inch of room filed by the tin pals Of
cream, stone jars of butter, and baskets Of
berries. Mrs. Medbury, in a curious cos.
tune of brown calico and o shirred brown
silk bonnet, held the reins, and Lettice,
Nesting down at her sido, clapped her little
hands
Oh, isnt this fun /" cried Lettice.
You'll find it dreadful tiresome," said
Mrs. Medbury, chipping to the somnolent
Did horse.
No, I shall not" laughed the heiress.
What rafting We do make and I'm
sure that horse is lame''
No he amt" said Mrs. Bedbury. " It's
only the way he goes, alaysi"
The early morning drive through the yet
levy country lanes was delightful, and as
hey approached the suburbs of the city,
Lettice was still more amused. Old women
in tapping cap-borders rushed out to parley
with Mrs. Madbury as to the price and
quality of her wares. Grocers came to their
steps to see whether she had brought them
anything specially choice, for the brown
wagon and old Bonnie were well known in
that vicinity, and children ran to apprise
their mothers, aunts, and other fruit buying
guardians that the old woman with the hop
ping horse was come"
While Lettice looked on ct this entirely
new phase of life with infinite delight and
entertainment, holding the reins when Mrs.
Medbury got out, and watching Bonnie
with secret trepidation lest he should take
it into his shaggy head to run away.
What would my city friends think,
were any of them to see me now?" she
thought, smiling under the shadow of her
never speak to me again, of that am quite
certain. Charles splendid fellow, only
he's shade too fastidious for anything
thinks people ought to go through life on
carpeted pavements with white kid gloves
on their hands. There is such thing as
being too refined, and I'm not sure but that
Harvey Walton would make the better life.
companion Of the two. Heighol l must
decide definitely when return to the city,
for Aunt Lilly has no patience with me
when hint obscurely at the prospects Of
alife of single-blessedness It's pity one
can't remain a pretty girl forever.
'Driye on jest little ways, Miss Lefty"
said Mrs. Medbury, her nasal tones inter-
rupting the dreamy thread of the girls
reverie. Eve got to stop to old Mrs.
Dartmouth's, next door,"
Mrs. Dartmouth" thought Lettuce, as
she shook the reins on old Bonnie's back,
and urged that venerable quadrnped into
sort of drowsy movement, it's rather IN
uncommon name. wonder If she is any
relation to Charlie
And Lettice caught herself blushine
" celestial rosy red at the idea.
It was cosy little cottage, with We
randa, and flower patch in front, such as
one often sees in the suburban quarters of a
city, and through the open doorway Let
tice could see a tall young man, with a
white towel pinned round his waist, and an
impromptu paper cap on his head,
busted in manipulating long whitewash
brush, while two wooden chairs, with
board laid across them, and pail of creamy
white slaked lime formed his scafoldins
and material. And as Lettice involuntarily
glanced forward, drawing the broad brim.
med straw fiat lower over her forehead, she
recognized in the wavy brown curls beneath
the edge of the paper cap, and the sparkling
hazel dark eyes, the hair and the glance Of
Charlie Dartmouth himself, the upper
tastidious young exquisite Of ballroom
society.
Now, Charlie, don'tl" demonstrated q
little old woman, in silver spectacles and q
snuf- brown alpaca dress. 81 hate to have