Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1907-12-26

If snow will cancel bis lease. Their
present condition is outrageous. Do
you understand me? Outrageousl Do
you hear?v
Yes, judge, do So" answered the
clerk, hoarse with respect. 'sI'll see to
it this minute, Judge Pike
.'You had better The parsonage
turned himself about and began grim
progress toward the door by which he
had entered, his eyes fixing themselves
angrily upon the conclave at the vim
dows.
He nodded to the only man of sub
stance among them, Jonas Tabor, and
shut the door behind him with ma
jestic insult He was Canaan's mil
lionaire
Naturally Jonas Tabor was the first
to speak Judge Pixies lookin' mighty
well" he said admiringly.
yes, he Isl yentured Squire Bucka-
lew, with Difference; mighty we'll"
There's a party at the judges to-
night. said Mr.. Bradbury kind of a
ball Mamie Pixies givin' for the young
folks Quite a doin's, hear"
That's another thing that's running
Canaan" Mr.. Arp declared morosely-
these entertainments they have now
adays. Spend all the money out of
town-band from Indianapolis, chicken
salad and darby walters from Chi
cagor'
A decrepit hack or two, couple Of
old fashioned Surveys and few tout
unders' drove by from the 1915 train,
bearing the newly arrived and their
valises, the hotel omnibus depositing
several commercial travellers at the
door. A solitary figure came from the
station on foot, and when it appeared
within fair range of the window, Uncle
Joe Davey, who had but lowered on
the TANKS of the combat, first removed
his spectacles and wiped them, as
though distrusting the vision they Of
fered him, then, replacing them, scan
ned anew the approaching figure and
uttered smothered cry.
my Lord Almighty" he gasped,
whats this? Look therep'
They looked. A truce came inyolun-
tarily, and they sat in paralytic silence
as the figure made its stately and SEN
sational progress along Main street.
It was that of a tall gentleman,
cheerfully, though somewhat with en-
nui, enduring his nineteenth winter.
His long and slender face he wore
smiling, beneath an accurately cut
plaster Of dark hair cornicing his fore
head, fashion followed by many
youths Of that year. This perfect bang
was shown under a round black hat
whose rim was so small as almost not
to be there at all, and the head was
supported by waxy white seawall OF
collar, rising three inches above the
blue pillows of pulled cravat, upon
which floated large, hollow pearl.
His ulster, sporting big cape at the
shoulders and tasseled hood over the
cape, was Of rough Scotch cloth, pat
termed in faint gray and white squares
the size of baggage checks, and it was
so long that the skirts trailed in the
snow. His legs were lost in the ac-
curately creased, voluminous garments
that were the tailors' canny reaction
from the tight trousers with which the
SOS had begun-they were in color a
palish russell, broadly striped with
gray and in size surpassed the milder
spirit of fashion SO far as they permit
ted liberal knee action to take place
almost without superficial effort On
his feet glistened long shoes, shaped,
save for the heels, like sharp racing
shells. These were partially protected
by tan colored low CATERS. with fiat,
shiny, brown buttons. In one hand the
youth swung bone handled walking
stick perhaps an inch and half in d.
ameter; the other carried yellow
leather banjo case, upon the outside of
which glittered the embossed silver
initials "E. B" He was smoking, but
walked with his head up, making use,
however, of gait at that time new to
Canaan, seeming superbly irresponsi-
bic lounge, engendering much motion