The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1907-12-20
SELECTING A NAME FOR
The NEW HOUSE

my wife, myself, the builder. the fore
man. and small nephew of the archi-
tect, who had come down with a mes
sage. The house was the ordinary
red house with white woodwork and
wrought-iron rods TO hold the portico
up-such as now built In about fort
night on a valuable freehold plot in a
rising neighborhood near London. The
garden was full of buttercups and NOR
tar.
We'll" said the builder with voice
in which pride and power were equal
ly blended, not much more to be
done now. All you want is a char
woman for a couple of days, and you
can have the pianola going and a hot
bath"
Piano" said my wife, who dislikes
new inventions and has had good
teachers.
'Oy the piano." said the dealer, not
at all discouraged.
But what about the name?" the
forman asked.
By some extraordinary chance we
had forgotten the name, and in this
case name was imperative, because
the house is in one of those roads
in which the houses are only half
built, and the COWS are grazing to-day
where a house may be tomorrow or
the day after Numbering such roads
is impossible.
My wife looked at me and | looked
at my wife.
What about Believer said the
foreman.
"A very good name" said the
builder
Our house" said the architects
nephew, lis called Hollisdene'
Not a bad name either" said the
builder.
Il like Bellevue said the foreman.
The only thing against Bellevue,
l said, is that there is one in the next
road"
The foreman admitted that this was
a drawback.
The houses on each side of us,
said the architects nephew, are La
Residenza and Rondebosch."
Il don't care for those" said the
foreman.
Opposite" said the architects
nephew, lis Heatherside
May | ask where you live7' my
wife asked him, sweetly enough-to
him. but to me, who know her tones
better, dangerously.
AT TuIham Green" he said. There
are fine houses there"
Isn't there a Sea View!" my wife
went on.
Il don't remember" said the archi
tect's nephew, but I'm sure there
must be-
That's not so good as Bellevue,
said the foreman, but it's not bad
Sea View"
How would Bricsfield View do?'
my wife asked, sweetly still.
Those brickfielqs, ma am, said the
builder, will all be beautiful houses
and gardens in few months time,
and then what would be the sense of
your name? | don't think Bricktield
View is good at all
| avoided my wife's eyes.
Mothers sister," said the archi-
tect's nephew, lives at the Rowans.
This gave the builder an idea
What tree is that?" he asked, point
ing to the only shrub on the estate.
| told him chestnut.
Then why not call it the Chest.
nuts?" he suggested.
| told him that in view of my call
ing, which is humorous literature
(more Or less), it would be impossible
He did not understand
| explained a little more.
"Oh," he said, you mean your jokes
aren't new. But that's all right. Peo
pie will like them all the more"
The architects nephew said that
friend of his lived 81 a house called
San Souci
The foreman sais that he had been
working at some alterations a little
while ago-a new room for a nursery,
as matter of fact-at a house in
Acacia avenue, for as nice and liberal
a gentleman and lady as he ever met,
and this house was called the Nest
After Bellevue he said he thought the
Nest as pretty as anything could be.
The builder agreed; but he added
that Nests weren't for everybody.
There were couples suited to Nests
and couples that the name wouldn't
suit at all. Nothing could have been
clearer from his tone than that he
thought my wife and | were the last
people to come under the designation
of Nesters.
The architects nephew said that
there was a house at Bedford park
called Chatsworth.
May ! ask" the builder said. with
a smile that was meant to be arch and
winning, but was only repulsive.
where the lady and gentleman passed
their honeymoon? Sometimes that
helps"
AT Bath" | said.
1t seemed to depress him and IL de-