The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1886-05-12

tcmptible carpenter, made strong kitchen
table for the strangers, put corner cup
board in the liying-room and screwed up
hooks, shelves and brackets. innumerable,
here, there and everywhere, to suit Patience's
fancy in the old house.
But after all" said the little Quakeress,
it isn't as pleasant at Nutting Farm, shut
in by all those crooked old apple-trees, as it
Is here. wish we were going to live
here"
81 wish 50, too, with oil my heartis
cried hospitable Calphurnia. "Don't you,
David 2"
Don't /, thought" said David.
And Patience, CHANGING to look suddenly
mp, caught the sparkle of his frank brown
eyes fixed full ON her face
She turned pink all over, her own eyes
fell, and she did not speak again oil the
evening. Not that her silence was noticed,
however.
Friend Ruth, as 1t happened, was descant.
ing in her soft, slow way on q new pattern
In rag carpet weaving, and Patience took
refuge under the gentle murmur of her
words.
The two Quakeresses had been nearly q
month OF the Nutting Farm, and the dreary
place had gradually begun to assume some
thing of a home-like look, when one evening
David Lorn came over across the sore
stretches of meadow land.
Calphufnia's sent you q dried-peach
pie" said he, carefully setting down some.
thing wrapped in napkin. g As for me, l
moved them barrels of cider to-day"
Did thee 2" said Friend Ruth, knitting
scmposedly away ct gray-yarn stocking,
while Patience made haste to set away the
pie.
But there's one calculate you wouldn't
hev sold IL You had known what was in it,
went ON David.
az sold them all to thee,n said Miss
Plumb, in her gentle, decided way" all
nine of them, at q dollar and half barrel.
With mo, Friend David, a bargain means 8
bargain"
g But one of 'em hadn't no cider In it."
Them said Miss Plumb, we will de-
duct that from the rest and thee can give me
the change. think we need not differ as
to that
There wasn't no cider in 1t |" doggedly
persisted the young farmer. But there
was something else--there was money in
ltm
Money !" repeated Miss Ruth, letting
the knitting needles drop into her lap.
Yes, money" nodded David Lorn-
fourteen rolls of gold half-eagIes, twenty
in roll, all wrapped up in old wooden
,tocking-legs and packed in cotton batting,
40 they shouldn't clink nor rattle, with salt
hay wedged in around 'em, and the cash
headed up exactly like the eight others
And now ! know why old Ezra Nuttine
used TO be so cranky about keeping his
cider barrels locked up, and why he went
ont to look to it himself every night, long
arter he wasn't ft TO cross the threshold.
That was his bank that WINS where he kept
his savings hundred dollars"
Fourteen hundred dollars ~ repeated
Miss Ruth, her healthy color paling little.
But, Friend David, sold the barrels and
their contents TO thee ~
Hang it all |" shouted David, rising to
his feet, " do you suppose would swindle
you and Patience In this sort of way Here
is the money" diving into his pockets, and
finging down the pockets on the table, with
resounding clink. - am no thief, Miss
Ruth never coveted my neighbours goods
until now ~
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sought his agitated face with gentle ques-
tioning.
Keep the money, Friend David" said
she. Poor though am, I would forfeit
more than that sooner than cause fellow
creature to offend p
David, in desperation. It's-Patience
No. little girl, don't run away !" as Patience's
eyes instinctively turned toward the door.
~ think you must have suspicioned it long
ago The house is that lonesome since you
went away, that can't stand 1t no longer.
If I can't have you for my wife, Patience,
I'll sell the old place and go to sea.
There ~
Patience's long-lashed eye dropped.
lit would be pity that you should
do that" said she.
And then she hid her face on Aunt Ruth'a
plump shoulder.
So Patience went to live at the Lorn farm
house, and Friend Ruth stayed where she
was, and the money was equally divided be-
tween aunt and niece. And Miss Plumb
,oakao a nov,,forto HE l;va1;hood ont ~ tba
sale of the " Newtown pippins, gillifower "
and Northern Spy apples from the old
orchards planted by Ezra Nutting.
But sell them by the barrel only"
said she. :" Never for cider-making. ]
have prejudice against that sort of thing"
n.