The Montgomery advertiser., 1907-11-29

the words" Madam. to you humbly pow ana pend That was your cut. Don't you remember?"
 Tt was so long ago. I'm afraid I've quite forgotten"
 "How's old Whats her name ?" whispered Jack. Hope she's going strong. Pricey! How's SPricey-
 But here Jacks whisper, together with the chairman's recital. was crowned by unseemly noise from the background of the audience It was apparent now that the less important people in front of the windows had come for amusement as much as for business. There was slight disposi- ton to tumumH caused by the selfish enorts of young Mir. Padfield, who had squeezed in at the window, and was seeking to secure a lofty perch for chair.
 "'Ere--,old ard. Thank you for
 "Ail right. Others want to see same as you. Push i'm over" ]"
 From this point the business of the meeting suffered from occasional noise Loud voices several times in> terrupted rudely. and the interruptions "ShS etSctcu Wltn nOaTSe IauBnIef. As was saying" continued Sir John: Letters of regret from the Mayor. From Admiral Lardner of No. 1l-who regrets he is travelling for his health--in the Tyrol: who would cer- tainly be here-but he is thousand miles away. From Captain Sholto. No. 4. who is confined to his bed, and wishes every success. And also from Mrs. Padfield-"
 "Ehr.' said Dr. Blake. "what?. No. 7-who is overcome by the re- cent heat; but Mrs. Padfield is with us in spirit
 T am with you in person." said old Mrs. Padfeld. drawing her chair near CT to pr. Blake's elbow, and flaming herself. Capital! You have made an effort" Yes. said Mrs. Padfield. stoutly "and mean to make a speech, too" Well. Ladies and Gentlemen, we may safely assert that this is an in- fuential and a representative assem- ply. The Town Council--Mr. Hopkins MT. Holland" and Sir John bowed and gave sweep of the hand. Public opinion--Mr. Hope. Hill Rise--every leaseholder of one mind. You have studied the small sketch-map which sent you, and you no doubt grasp the scheme, The green strip will save us. Four acres, three roods. and thirty eight rods. poles. or perches-'' Never mind the perches." called | voice.
 But take care of the poles" said another voice: and there, was much hoarse laughter.
 Say five acres-thereabouts. The situation is desperate--I make no se- cret of 1t. But we can snatch this from the fire. Surely, ladies and gen. tlemen, in such a cause there will be no difficulty in raising the money. That is our only difficulty. I am sure if we make application to buy hack five acres" But where do we apply?" "The Estate Solicitors. have their letter before hie. They still hold back the owners name-till the purchase is completed and the conveyance signed. But they will promptly put us in touch if we have a definite pro- posal."
 Some bloated London Syndicate, said Alderman Hopkins. trying to de- stroy our town, I suppose.
 One of these Land Companies" said Councillor Holland.
 T would like to say" and pr. Blake rose. "as medical man as well as a resident in Hill Rise. that consider this open space most important; to sterilize germs, and to avoid unpleas- HIS anu OuOTS you are to have here a congeries of stuffy houses. one hundred yards of unim- peded air. will. in my opinion, be es- sential--"
 Old Crunden was now guilty of un- seemly interruption. He gave so loud and scornful snort that many people laughed again, and all near him turned round to see who had made the noise. The chairman looked across h m whether he wished to speak; but MT. Crunden sat with clasped hands and lowered eyes. as though unconscious that he had disturbed anybody.
 Quite essential" said Dr. Blake, resuming his seat. "in my opinion"
 1. said Mrs. Padfield, pulling her chair still closer to the table, will subscribe fifty pounds" and there was some applause.
 Bravo" cried Sir John. Bravo. You have opened the ball. my dear Ma dam.''
 Yes" said Mrs. Padheld, looking about her resolutely. but I'll tell the gentlemen of the Town-Corporatio or whatever you are-I'll tell you what I think of you. I don't know which you are-
 T am MT. 'Opkins."
 Alderman Hopkins" explained Sir John.
 T am MT. 'Olland-and there's Mir. 'Ope, too. All three of us on the Council"
 And l." said MT. Eaton facetiously, mean to be on it."
 s"Yes, MT. Eaton, and we mean to have you on it"
 Well, then" said Mrs. Padfield, "Mr. Hopkins. MT. Holland, MT. Hope, and you, MT. Heaton-"
 Eaton" called rude voice, mot Heaton. Don't waste an H. They're short of them on the Councilr
 tContinued Tomorrow.)