The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1895-11-06
FINDING A HEART,

1t was not the sort Of day one
would look for in New England the
last week in December. The thermom-
eter stood at 80 degrees and the sun fell
warmly on tho bare, wet earth, draw
ing up little breaths Of vapor on the
sunny slopes. There was look Of
WEAKNESS on the face of nature as II
the quiet were the coma of exhaustion,
1t certainly was a reaction. For "a
hours the rain@had fallen in torrents,
breaking up tho ice and choking the
streams The wind had been almost a
gale, and field and highway were strewn
with evidences of the storms power.
At the gate Of q handsome house stood
it's owner, Mr.. Ambrose Winchester, 40
counted one Of tho wealthiest men in
the town. He seemed to be taking in
the magnitude Of the storm as his eye
swept over his we'll kept domain from
the thrifty orchards in the rear and the
woodland beyond to the smooth mead
ows in front, where miniature river
seemed to have sprung into existence.
A young man in buggy drove up
and stopped.
"Good morning, Mr.. Winchester 7"
said he.
Good morning, Huttonl'' said the
other GRIZZLY.
ave driven over this morning, Mr..
Winchester, to ask you TO extend the
time ON that payment. I've done my
hest to raise the money!
ut doesn t matter, Hutton Two made
up my mind to foreclose that property. >"
Hutton grew pale.
Surely, You wouldn't do that -
There was entreaty i'll his voice and
eyes. lyon know the factory shut down
to half time all summer. Even at that
l was saving toward the payment when
my wife's long illness began. Doctor
and nurse bills ate up what I'd saved
for you. ="
"Same old story A man has no right
to get married until he can support a
family, Doctors bills and all I've no
sympathy with such nonsense. People
inarry OH nothing and then expect other
people to support their families. Sooner
they find ont it can't be done the bet
ter Now, | take good care of my fam
lily without anybody else's help, and ]
always expect to. If you can't do as
much, then it's your fault. not mine.
Seer I shall foreclose, and now lot us
have no more words about it, +"
With this the farmer strobe into tho
house, the young man driving ON slowly
with bowed head.
The farmers little girls, Ruth and
Mabel, came dancing out, and their
mother followed them on to the porch.
FtNow, be sure and leave grandma's at
a o'clock, so as to get here before dark. "
eyes, mamma, we will, they prom
Used glibly and started off on run.
Grandma Winchester lived about O
mile away, ON an unfrequented road,
but tho children had made the trip Of
ton. since they were quite small. Sc
now they chatted happily along the
familiar path, possessed with a child
ish interest in everything around them,
even to the washouts the rain had made
in the road and cutters. But when they
neared Blne creek they stood in sheer
surprise.
The little summer brook they had
sometimes waded across had grown to
an angry torrent and overfowed its
steep banks and was rushing madly
along, bearing ice, foam and branches
of trees. In fact, a tree had lodged
against the bridge. and its limbs SC
nearly covered it that it was difficult
for our little travellers to get across.
"Oh, how the bridge trembles - cried
little Mabel
Its all this ice pushing against it, :