Little Falls herald. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1889-1950, 1908-11-13
THE ROAD
TO a MANS
). HEART.
BY JENNIE LEE.
BY JENNIE LEE.
Copyrighted. 1908, by Associated
Literary Press.

Literary Press.
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Elizabeth Hardcastle YOrke Of Rich
nond, Va, has moved to the exclusive
town Of Vaudeville. She was widow
Of twenty-seven and was a descendant
Of the first families of Virginia, and
never for minute did she let you for
get the deep blue of her blood, the de-
votion of her late lamented husband
nor the amount of money she once had.
Vaudeville turned up its nose figura-
lively when she settled in it's midst,
while the inhabitants did the same.
thing literally. Elizabeth's manner
was too imperious for their northern
independence; she laughed too much
for a widow bowed in grief, and the
fact that her old colored nanny called
her "Miss Lizbeth'' made them almost
doubt whether Mr.. Yorke had ever
existed. ....-.r....
The only thing which could be said
n her favor was that she attended
church regularly and contributed lib
orally to all the festivals Such was
the tolerant situation when the Rev.
DR.. Botcher called to make his paro.
chial visit.
I'm so glad you came to see me-"
Elizabeth was saying. Il always did
love ministers. They're SO old fash
toned and queer"
The Rev. DR.. Botcher had been twirl-
ing his cane as an inspiration to start
ing an agreeable bit of conversation.
At this speech he stopped twirling it
and grasped it's handle somewhat
firmly.
Really, do you?" was the sum to-
tai Of his answer
Supper is just this minute ready,
DOCTOR continued Elizabeth. Lay
down that foolish old cane and come
in and have some of mammy's blue
berry cakes. They'll just make you
| wish you never had to go home"
The man made some weak comment
about not expecting to stay, but he was
!! swept into the cool dining room and
was eating cake and slipping iced tea
before he could demonstrate.
81 really came to see about those
flowers planted along the line Of your
! lawn" began the doctor.
aren't they just too lovely?" chimed
in Elizabeth. my husband used to
say l had a most artistic eye for col.
or
Eyes, they are pretty; but, you see,
they are planted on the lawn that be-
longs to Mrs. Murray-over your line,
you see.''
Eyes, I believe she has been saying
something to that effect" said the
charming widow. "But 1 thought Il
was awfully nice Of me to fix up her
place so prettily even If it was en-
croachment. Don't your ..,-~
"'Well, I hadn't looked at it that
way" agreed her divine company.
"But really I must be going home, a.
we have prayer meeting tonight
Mrs. Yorke babe her visitor good night
and urged him to drop in again any
! time he was hungry for cakes. Eliza
beth was smiling to herself with some
thing Of satisfaction when she heard
footsteps on her porch. She went to
the open door and met Mr.. Murray,
husband, and evidently the much lesser
half of Mrs. Murray, her next door
neighbor.
"How perfectly lovely Of you to call,
Mr.. Murray!' exclaimed Elizabeth as
she extended her hand to add to her
cordial welcome.
"Er-yes-that is, l came over about
that row O. dahlias you planted over
there on our
"Oh, that's all right" interrupted
Elizabeth. You're quite welcome to
them. You see, 1>have so many, and I
want my neighbors to enjoy some Of
them. But, dear me, do sit down and
I'll call nanny to give US something
to eat" And she disappeared, to re-
turn in a few minutes.
At her heels came the dear old NAM
my laden with a tray Of raspberry
shrub and a huge cocoanut cake that
looked like ball Of snow. 49,,
Mr. Murray found himself seated be-
fore an old hickory table In an arm.
chair eating cake and drinking the
shrub. Finding himself may seem
IN inadequate explanation Of how he
got there, but that Is what ho told
Mrs. Murray on his return home.
Mrs. Murray was watching the cou.
pie from the corner Of her own veran.
da, and when Mr.. Murray returned
smacking his lips and Mrs. Murray no
dced a fake Of cocoanut on his vest
she called him to account for his fruit.
! less call.
Saturday noon found Elizabeth dig.
gfng among her flowers. Her sweet
voice was humming "Way Down In