The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1886-09-29
INTERESTING STORY.
WALTER WILLOWS HEIRESS.


said Walter Willow
WE'LL" observed his brother David,
"one must confess that life on the farm is,
at times, rather tedious"
The red cloyer-heads and daisies, newly
cut by the glittering teeth of the moving
machine, lay in pillows of rose and silver
in the vivid July sunshine; the rush of the
river below sounded like soothing lullaby,
and the horses were drawn up for brief
interval of rest in the shade of q mighty
branched butternut-tree, whilc David Will
low and his handsome brother Walter, lean
ing up against the fence, talked carelessly
together
" don't know observed Walter, "what
you are going to do about it, old fellow /;
but I've pretty much made up my mind to
cut the whole thing"
Unfortunately" said David, with a
shrug of his shoulders, "we have neither of
us been brought up to any trade or pro
fession what else is there to be done ?"
Walter laughed, with quick backward
toss OF his ehestnut-brown curls.
9 In this world" said he, nothing is
impossible Other men have made their
fortunes by one lucky corp d'etat why
shouldn't I ~
Yes, but how"
mean to marry an heiress |"
Daniel smiled rather soberly.
But where is your heiress 2' said he.
That rich New York girl who is coming
to board at the Home Lawn" nodded
Walter.
You have never seen her How do you
know whether you will like her p exclaim-
ed Willow.
" 1t don't matter so very much whether I
like her or not, said Walter sententiously,
so long as her bank account is satisfac-
tory. And I'm tired of this drudging exist
ence where one stands at the years end ex-
actly where one did at its beginning"
But perhaps your heiress- always sup
posing yourself able to win her-may prove
less charming than you expect! !" laughed
David. You can get away from farm, -
from wife, never !"
Walter shrugged his shoulders. "Pm
willing to risk it." said he.
It's possible that you may have rivals !''
That risk / accept also. Come, David y
(clapping his brother on the shoulder, with
laugb), why don't you go in for the
prize also? Miss Ruth Penrhyn, that's
her name. Ordered out here for complete
rest and change, after season at Washing
ton. At least that's what Home himself
told me, and If he don't know, who does P"
Thank you," said David, dryly. g.
prefer making my own fortune to obtaining
it through wife. Come, don't you think
the horses are ready to start again We
ought not to lose second of this sunshine. I"
He had listened to Walters rambling
talk, not without amusement. At first It
seemed to him that his brother must be in
jest, yet at the last Walters words assumed
an unpleasant semblance of earnest.
But Walter Willow was in earnest. To
him, marrying an heiress the easiest and
pleasantest way out of this problem of life.
Why not he as well as another?
"David always was laggard," he told
himself contemptuously. He would al
ways rather plod on in the old established
track than strike out new one for himself
I, at least, don't mean to molder away here
forever"
But David's ridicule and skepticism on
the heiress question, was not without its
effect. Walter was silent after that first
burst of confidence.
He'll treat me rather more respectfully
thought the young man, when I'm the
husband of the richest girl in Cape County.
And SO, early on the morning Of the day
previous to that ON which Miss Penrhyn
was expected at Home Lawn, Mr.. Willow
discovered that he had an errand in New
York.
Can't it wait until the haying is lover ?"
erowled the old farmer, while David lifted
bis eyebrows in sore surprise, but Walter
was obdurate.
81 don't very often go away from home, I"
| said he, and this time really mean It,"
But the secret of the expedition was
neither more nor less than resolve to be
beforehand with all the other young men Of
High Hilton in an acquaintanceship with
the heiress. To be sure he had no sort Of
idea how she looked, but then he thought
% himself, " am not such fool but that
can distinguish o high-bred young beauty
when I see her, wherever it may be-"
It did not take long for him to finish the
two or three odd little errands which had
served as an excuse for the New York visit,
and returning to the Grand Central
Depot, he began to scan the faces Of the
travellers who were hurrying through the
gates. Old women in poke bonnets, i
young women in Gainsborough hats, fiat
people in shawls, and thin people in ulsters
one by one they crowded through, jostline
one another after the merciless manner pc