The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1888-12-19
gether, and one said

| "Come, come, Weaver, this is no way
| to do. We are hero in the friendliest
| spirit, and are sincerely anxious to have
| you taken care of. You are sick man.
You ought not to be alone as you are"
"Well, what do you propose TO do with
mel"
''Why, why-take you where you will
be properly cared for, of course"
answered Justice McCraclScn.
SHOW, that is kind, l admit, said the
hermit, and he looked at them with u
strange, amused expression in his eyes.
Believing that they were gaining ground,
they grew holder.
Eyes, we wish to be kind. We can't
let you perish up here, you know"
"Well, where do you propose to take
me?"
Hem, HIM; why, you see, Weaver
you see Hillsford has no hospital
"But you have fixed upon some place
for me, l presumeT' questioned the her
NIT, in the tone of one about to sur
render.
eyes," spoke up another. eve
thought we would take you to Johns
town."
"Ah, that's the county seat, isn't itT
eyes"
"And the county house IL rear there
isn't itg'
Eyes"
"Well, that's a good enough place for
any one who wants to go there. don't.
Now it is time for you TO leave" and he
shut the window.
The besiegers conferred together and
again began to beat upon the door. Feel
ing more courageous when Viewers
wild eyes were not on them they called
to him that he must consent to go with
them, or they would take him by force.
The window opened once more and re-
vealed the gaunt form of the hermit
grasping shotgun. Instinctively the
attacking party fell back few PAGES.
The hermit spoke: ~ will blow the
head off any man who again lays q hand
on my own ground, and there is not law
enough in the republic to permit you to
enter and lay hand on man who is
neither criminal nor pauper. Had you
come here proffering private charity !
should have resented 1t, but l should
have respected you. AS it is will kill
you like dogs IL you trouble me mo-
ment more" And he pointed the gun
at them In way that was convincing.
Grumblingly they moved away. Hes
right" said tho justice, who had NOR
tai fear of firearms; ''he's not o pauper.
He owns this ground and he owns the
house. Ii he won't come with us will
hngly we shall have to let him alone. P"
Hes as crazy as o Kite, piped up two
or three others, anxious to cover up their
ehagrin.
"He ought to be confined as danger
GUS lunatic," said the doctor, In whose
bosom still ranked Weaver's poisoned
arrow.
They reached Hillsford In crestfallen
frame of mind, all agreeing that the her
NIT might die dozen times over before
they would "put themselves out" to do
anything for him again.
Two weeks later, when the weather
was bitter cold, Robby Hart, sturdy
12-year-old, rushed into his mothers
sitting room one afternoon, bursting
with news. "Old Viewers in town" he
painted.
His mother looked up from her sewing
machine with interest Like everybody
else in Hillsford she knew the history of
the fruitless siege Of the hermits cabin.
Eyes, he's here; awful sick, too; out
Of his head, and is lying on the floor in
the back part of Hunts grocery. They're
goin' to send him to the poorhouse at
Johnstown."
"Not in this terrible weather." said
Mrs. Hart. looking alarmed