The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1886-03-10
INTERESTING STORY.
+" OUR UNCLE JOE


farmer, and my professionalism of law
brings me but slender income out there.
But have noble farm and q view of the
White Mountains that no artist can paint
And love your niece, and she has given
me reasons to hope that in time can win
her affection; and if you will give herto me
| will do my best to make her happy"
Dear me, said Mrs. Remington; "all
this is very sudden
Mrs. Remington, who was the sister of
rich New Yorker, had an abiding idea that
her niece, Madeline, ought to marry rich
man.
"She's very handsome" mentally reason-
ed Mrs. Remington, land she is accom-
plished; and she made quite sensation in
society this winter when she was introduce
ed and If such girl rs this isn't to marry
we'll, then don't know who is. And the
idea of his farmer Teller coming here to put
in his pretentions, when there are so many
other eligible young men in society"
EYES," said Mark, quietly 81 suppose
1t seems sudden to you. All thess things do
seem sudden at the last"
"Pm sure don't know what MIR. yassar,
her pa, win say" said Mrs. bennington,
putting her head feebly on one side.
Suppose We ask him." said valiant
Mark.
"Oh, you can't" fluttered Mrs. Kenning-
ton. He isn't at home. He is in Colo,
RADIO"
Then We will write"
address since he left Denver" said Mrs.
bennington.
:" In that CASE" said Mark, Eve must
wait"
YES" said Mrs. Remington, undecid-
,dly-" yes, think you had better wait"
So Mark Plinlimmon went back to Purple
Peak Farm, with lock of red gold hair
close to his heart, and Madeline vassar re-
turned into society" with plain gold
band on the first finger Of her left hand,
and a dewy tenderness in her hazel eyes
which had never glittered there before.
When Mr.. yassar returned, Madeline told
him her heart-secret at once, for the bond
of affection between this father and daugh-
tor had always been very tender and close
$50 you love him, dear 2" said Rufus
yassar.
"oh, yes, papal"
Enough to give up all the aipperies Of
fashion for his sake ?"
=" Yes, papal" uttered the girl, with en-
phasis.
And become farmers wife in the
White Mountains Pr
"Oh, yes,n cried Madeline, earnestly.
Papa. may write to him to come ~
=" Not just yet, child" said Mr.. vassar.
I've got little more business to transact
Up in Albany before l can consider myself
airly settled at home. But at the end of
souple Of weeks or So
Papa you are darling cried Made
line.
"Stop, stop, Miss Precipitancy ~ cried
Mr.. Vassar, |" have not promised anything
yet, either one way or the other"
but you're going to, papa-I know
you're going to !" cried Madeline, dancing
joyfully about.
" Well see," said Mr. Vassar.
The great wood fires blazed up the chin.
ieys of Purple Peak Farm, casting a red
'eaection through the twilight on the noun
lain road outside, when stout, elderly man
walked up to the door and knocked reso.
lutely on its panels.
"Can you keep me here all night, young
man ?" he said. "Mr. Rift, Of Portcaster,
sent me here to have power of attorney
drawn out, and I haven't passed any
hotels"
"No, I should think not" said Mark
Plinlimmon, with q CHEEKY laugh. eve
don't deal much in hotels along this road.
But you are kindly welcome to stay here an
long as you like, Mr.. ="
Middleworth, said the stranger.
Rufus Middleworth."
And he set down his valise and looked
around him at the dark oiled wainscoting
the ceilings trayersed by monster beams,
the latticed easements, the old oak settles
ON each side of the blazing logs.
You seem to have fine farm here, Mr..
Plinlimmoa," said he, "and finely kept"
" It's not bad, said Mark, carelessly.
"And everything in real old English
ityle."
" Yes" said Mark. " It belonged to IN
old Lincolnshire family, who took fancy
to settle out here. They got to dabbling in
railroad shares, and failed. The daughter Q
went back to their friends in England, such
as they had. The father blew his brains
out in New York. The estate was sold at
foreclosure. bought it. There's the his
tory Of Purple Peak Farm"
Madeline Vassar's father sat down on the
old oaken settle, and looked keenly OF the
tall young farmer. How glad he would
have been il only he could see into his
heart For no father willingly gives the
apple of his eye to stranger.
" His face and mien are good" he told
himself. ~ wonder II his nature matches
Il. wonder how can find OUT
One by one the different members of the
family dropped in as lie sat talking with
Mark Plinlimmon. Old Mrs. PlinIimmop
was frst-a mild, white-haired matron
With soft, wistful eyes then rosy-cheek
sd brace of nephews.
Their father and mother are dead" OBJ.
served Mark, SO I adopted them. And
ane fellows they are"
81 Not bad symptom" said Mr.. Middle
worth Vassar to himself. I" But of course
most people are good to their own kith and
kim"
And then entered mort majestic ole
man, with long white hair hanging over his
shoulders, leaning on cane.
And this" said Mark, is our Uncle
Joe," (hastening, as he spoke, to set an
easy-ehair for the ancient patriarch. i" I'm.
Gle Joe, this 10 Mr.. Middleworth, who has
q me from Portcaster. have invited him
to stay all night-if you do not object"
Uncle Joe waved his hand like an old
prince.
He is welcome" he said very wei
some, Mark. In fact, any friend of yours
r velcoyAns tn Purnla Paak Farm y,