The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1907-08-21
The Tale of a
Feather Buster.
BY f. p. SUMMeRWrLL.


midst of the bowling mob that surged
around Herald square.
The horns. the tickling busters, the
showers of confetti, the merry inter
mingling of class and mass, We're all
tee New to be quite pleasing expert
enees. He felt interested enough, how
ever 10 move with the throng and to
take good naturedly the many famili-
arites of the people near him.
At Thirty seventh street and Broad
Way he saw n slim young girl trying
TO escape the attentions of two over
Jealous buster holders. lie pushed his
way to her side and the boys He'd,
leaving him alone with the lady. no
longer i'll distress.
She WAS young and of an alluring
hmpid prettlness that made him feel
big and awkward and anxious about
the set of his cont. So absorbed was
he In her general charm that her sud
denly thrusting of Il buster under his
nose was distinct shock. He had
Just sense enough To snatch 1t and ask
Who are your when she ran away
Over her shoulder she called, "rll tell
you when you give me back my dust
err" Then she was gone
He moved with the capering merry
makers up to Longacre square, where he
learned of the defeat of his candidate
for governor. then Went home. The
buster he carried with him and han
ding 1t tenderly hoped II might prove
means to dispcl the crushing loneli-
hess which he had felt ever since he
had left his native town. He often
wondered what the letters NJ VI. on
the handle stood for
His days went about as usual He
paid his lost election bet to the other
young lawyer at the office The win
ners not treating seemed strange At
home they always did but In New
York everything was SO different He
began to get on at the office, and once
taking him home to dine but the mat
ter never went any further
The night of the presidential election
found him once more mingliug in the
swarming pandemonium that ragged
around Herald square He had the
duster inside his coat and was no Ion
ger either lonely or listless, for he WAS
hunting for NJ. NJ to give her back the
buster
He wandered up and down. reading
the conflicting bulletins, but always
looking for II slender fairy Of n girl
who had sat like II queen In his heart
for two years The great scnrchlight
mt the Times building swung due north
to Indicate IL Republican landslide,
while the Journals bulletin announced
an overwhelming victory for the Dem
ocrats. Farther downtown the Herald
proclaimed II small but safe majority
for the Republicans. while according
to II white sheet Mt Thirty-ilrst street
the same thing Ind befnlcn the other
party
He wrenched ynrd long horn from
an inpertincnt Italian boy, was ticklcd
by II lady In an crminc coat and re-
ceivcd Il shower of confetti from Il
German housewife all In the space of
about ten minutes. He no longer look
ed nsiance at the mixed mcrrymakers.
1t was New York, and II all event"
In front of the New Grand his atten-
tioIi was attracted by gorgeous mo-
tor car. On the front sent sat his iady
OF the feather buster. There could b0
no doubt II was she.
He felt cold ana scared, hut he pulled
himself together and, stepping to her
side rnyp her tho Iustpr handle first
and said "Now, VIII yon tell me who
you aref
She opened her eyes very wife, rec
ognlzed him and the buster and started
to speak when n smashing blow from
the man beside her sent him spinning
to fall with his head against an IRON
grating His next sensation was OF
flying through space. Then thousand
bells rang, lights danced. voices buz-
zed, and he opened his eyes on
strange room. 1t was handsomer than
his own. and beside him sat nurse
looking out of the window.
There was Il calendar on the table,
giving the date ms Nov. III. 1t must be
a mistake he thought this was Nov.
the calendar He put out his hand to
draw II to him when the nurse turned,
and he recognized the girl In the auto
mobile. His head ached and his hands
shook. but he was good grit, and when
he met her bright gaze he said. You
never did tell me who YOU are" She
laughed squarely mt him, saying:
my brother seemed to think his an
swer quite sullrieht lie knocked you
over before ma chahce 10 say any
thihg You ought To Know VINO am
anyway My picture mas peeh On ia
'hef a'sK over Siil'o tiic oaF ai'er !
met you III IhiffV seventh street. anu
the boys 'oid me VINO you were. III oc-
cuir'" 10 i''' '''cii ''"t ne o"ent "
nave one pu, YOU NEVER saw II. am
MarJorN Me'caii' your c''iei oh'y
daush'er.
rom u'''' KNOW you W,ien YOU
orotieh' me my ""s''I' anu oeioie !
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