Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1908-09-04
THE ROAD
TO A MANS
HEART.
BY JENNIE LIE.
Copyrighted. Iss. hy Associated
Literary Press

+ a.
town Of Vaudeville. She was a widow
of twenty seven aud was descendant
u the inst families Of Virginia. aud
never for a minute did she let you Tor
get the deep blue of her blood. the de-
vOtion OF her late lamenied husband
nor the amount OF money she once had.
Middleyille turned up It's nose tigurl-
lively when she settled Ia 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 widow bowed In grief, and the
fact that her old colored nanny called
her Miss Lizbeth" made them almost
doubt whether Mr.. Norke had ever
existed.
The only thing which could be said
In her favor was that she attended
church regularly aud contributed lib
orally 10 all the festivals. Such was
the tolerant situation when the Rev.
DIR. Botcher called 10 make his paro-
chlal 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 10 start
Ing an agreeable bit Of conversation.
At this speech lie stopped twirling 1t
and grasped its handle somewhat
firmly.
Really. do you:" was the sum to-
tnl 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 10 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 chimcd
In Elizabeth. My husband used Ia
say bad most artistic eye for col
Or
Yes. they are pretty; but you see
they are planted on the lawn that he
longs to Mrs. Murray your line
you see
I taIl -. has Inc
something To that effect" said the
charming widow. But thought 1t
was awfully nice Of me 10 fix up her
place So prettily even II It was en-
croachmeut Don't YOU
We'll. hadn't looked at It that
way" agreed her divine company
"But really must be going home. as
We have prayer meeting tonight"
Mrs Yorke babe her visitor good night
and urged him 10 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 81 Won to call.
Mr.. Murray" exclaimed Elizabeth as
she extended her hand To add TO her
cordial welcome
"Fr-yes- Is. | came over about
that row OF dahlias you planted over
there on our
"Oh, that's all right" Interrupted
Elizabeth. You're quite welcome 10
them. You see. have so many. and
want my neighbors to enjoy some OF
them. But. dear me. do sit down and
I'll call nanny to give us something
10 eat" And she disappeared, to re-
turn In few minutes.
At her heels came the dear old man.
my laden with q tray OF raspberry
shrub and a huge cocoanut cake that
looked like bah Of snow.
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
an inadequate explanation of how he
got there. but that Is what he told
Mrs. Murray on his return home.
Mrs. Murray was watching the cou.
pie from the corner of her own veran-
ia. and when Mr.. Murray returned
smacklng his lips and Mrs. Murray no.
ticed fake OF cocoanut on his vest
she called him to account for his fruit
less call
Saturday noon found Elizabeth dig
ging among her flowers. Her sweet
voice was humming way Down In
Carolina" and as she fitted from one
rosebush to another she looked almost
Ike some white spirit among the gar
fens Of earth. Her task was interrupt
ed by nanny.
Miss Lizbeth. de town mayor done
call. Come right in. honey. and see
what he want"
Elizabeth gathered up in her arms
the roses she had been cutting for the
house and walked around to the front
OF the cottage, The town mayor was
good to look upon The greatest COM
pliment that Elizabeth could pay him
was the silent comment she made to
herself-that he did not look like the
sest Of Vaudeville.
rs this Mrs. Yorker" asked the man
as she approached.
1T certainly Is" acknowledged EliZ-
abeth as she bowed before him "And
this Is Mr.-Mayor-shall call you?"
My name Is Warning" announced
the mayor ms he met the piercing gaze
or the widow. 81 came on a rather
unpleasant errand. You see, | receive
all the complaints of the townspeonle.