Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1886-07-27
.or, on living" aid Mrs. Ton.dale, dabi.

Keeper ever she"s shs"et" he' NUS
band.
$40 you suppose she will take me
cheap"
"I should imagine so"
SO Mrs. I.onsdale wrote q pa,roniEing
letter 10 her husbands cousin. besPeak.
ing the best room. Ba, when she 20, TO
Moon Moun,sin. there was only one lit
tie square room left. The fame Of the
Black Spring had gone forth in all diree.
,ions. and a newspaper editor had pro-
mulga,sd an article prsi.ing the delicious
pine.scen,ed air. and the wcll.p)pula,ed
,rou, brooks Of the mountain. aud the
consequences ~ere iha, the farmhouse
Was full.
"Ba, ,hi. room !. too small. said
Mrs Lon.dsle. fre,fully. as she looked
around.
"lt. all | have leii." sid Mrs Dirk,
"snd | could have le, /, half dozen times
over. II /, hadn', been reserved for you.
Cousin Naomi"
"You will take me s,a reduction from
the usual prices. | suppose = aid Mfs.
Ion.dAle.
III shall charge you jas, wha, | eh.rgs
everybody else. neither more mr. les..
an.seied Mr.. Dix.
"Bl, am a relative. pleaded M".
i,onstAle
"wha, good doe. ,ha, dl me p said
the ~idow. fsing her blue eyes fall on
Mrs. L,nsdsle My terms for a room
Of this sire are seven dollars a week.
"Bl, thu, /, too much" vhined Mrs
l.Dn.dale
"How much did you eIpec, to pay"
asked Mrs Dix. With curious sparkle
Ia her eyes.
"ln thi, willsrae. here, sAii Mrs
Lon.d.le, "ihree dollars would be
III those ATE your ids" We 'hlll never
come to terms" sad Mr.. Dirk. "Bai
IL you are really eramPei for money"
"My dear Mrs. DnH. you hAyen'i any
id,. Of the perpetual demands oa Us Tor
money"
III will take You for five dollars"
Mrs Dix completed her sentence as
though the other had no, spoken.
And the bargain va, completed.
Mrs. lon.d.le bad not been Ia the
house a week before she took her hus-
band. cousin 20 task.
THAT houid old man in the faded ol'
i've green suit has the best loon in the
h ,use. she said.
"Yss." ,,id Mr. DIX; "he i' my
mother. uncle. lie va, alssy' very
good TO my poor husband"
"Ba, I'm told ihA, he onlJ pays half
price ?"
THAT /. my affair" ,aid Mrs. Dix.
"Ba, i, !, true" insisted Mrs. Ions
dale.
"Ye., IL. true" confessed ,hs widow.
"lIs. very old and can, 90 uP AM down
stain, 90 OF course he must have the first
front room"
"Bu, he hAsn', aay property"
"He own. Garage Farm. across the
mountains, but nobody will rent i, Of
him because the land is 20 rocky. and
the farmhouse wa. burned down las,
fall, when there were 30 many fires in
the woods. Beyond ,ha, he has moth.
ing"
Mrs. I.on.dale curled her lip.
"sach impadsncs," 'lii she Nobody
has any righ, 10 live TO be seventy years
Of age wi,hou, having laid up some little
provision for the future"
III W.. thinking" said Mrs. Dirk.
',hl, perh.p. Cousin Mortimer l.onsdale
would contribute a little something TO
hi. support. .s We are equally related"
"Yoa may be sure ,hs, be will not.
said Mrs. I.on,d.le with emphasis.
"very WE'LL" said Mrs. Dirk. calmly.
"He shall never wan, While can help
him
The very ns1, week. however, old
Mr. Dluow Was found dead ia hi. arm
chair. And by will be had lef, every
thing he possessed to his sr.nd.nisce,
Mary Dirk"
ri wish you JOY Of Garage Farm !"
chuekled Mrs. I,onsdAle. "Of course
you'll have to pay taxes on !, 80 It
will absolutely be money out OF your
pocket"
III, wa. all he had to give" faid Mrs.
Dirk.
Meanwhile the family was pro.pering.
Sarah W. engaged to many thrifty
young farmer Of neighbOr. Helen was
earning a good living.
Lizzie wa. contemplating the setting
up Of small milliner' shop on her own
Aocoun,-and Rosie Was In high favor
st Millingham Place.
Even Mrs. L)nsdale admitted that her
French cook could no, excel the sylla.
bub., creams. delicate cakes and delicious
pudding, which these young dsmsels
compounded. With the help Of new laid
eggs and country cream.
"l'm almo., sorry our rooms are en-
gagged a, Saratoga" said the city lady.
"rm getting rather 10 like Moon Noun
tain. And your table Is decidedly good
Mary"
And jus, as she was packing her biz
trunks for the removal TO the Mecca OF
modern fashions. Mr. I.onsdale himself
came down.
"well." said the lady, airily. what
1. the news. Mortimer
"Bad newsl" said Mortimer. IN
hoar.e accent; I'VE are ruited The
business has gone to wreek-,he cashier
has fed TO Belgium-and We haven't a
cen, 10 call our own"
whereupon, naturally enough, Mrs.
I.onsdale went into Mysteries.
When Mrs. Dirk came in. Naomi was
wildly loading her husband withreproaehes
and Mortimer Lonsdsle stood leaning
agsins, tue man,el with something gilt
tering in his hand.
Mrs. Dirk wen, up to him and took 1t
away with gentle authority.
"Give me ,hs, pistol. Mortimer iaid
she. "Gs, up. Naomi, and leave OFT
sobbing and crying. "lf you ever need