Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1910-07-27

The letter was inclosed in a stub
born envelope.
wait, Ezra said the gentle voice
of the farmers wife, I'll fetch a
knittin, needle. Yoa' might tear
somsthin' inside"
Some kind of advertiser, most
likely the farmer answered. "Cure
for dyspepsia, mebby, or rubber
tires"
He took the long needle his wife
handed him and carefully slit the
envelope.
+It's a letter." he said, and turned
lSthe missive over and stared at it
wonderingly. Where's my glasses,
mother?n
II hope it amt bad news his wife
%alxiously remarked, as she brought
the spectaclee from the martei.
He carefully drew the steel rim
over his nose and stared again at the
letter.
Its from New York" he said. He
suddenly looked ut the bottom of the
sheet. We'll, what do you think of
this, mother-it's from Henry Ham
linz
well, WE'LL" said the farmers
wife. DR. Henry Hamlin-an' what
does he saye"
The farmer held the sheet squarely
before him.
Dear Uncle Ezra and Aunt Lucy,
how are You both2 Almost as we'll
and comfortable as YOU deserve to be,
I hope Don't you imagine for a
fraction of a minute that / have for
gotten you and all your kindness to
a hungry little orphan. I'm trying to
fix things so that Annette and I can
! spend a week with you later in the
summer. In the meantime. 1 am
| sending you somebody elsa patient
of mine who needs rest and quiet
an elderly nan in whose case I have
become interested, and whom I am
trying hard to help. The choicest
location in all Duchess County, with
Its hills and lake and stream and
orchard, and the best housekeeping
in all New York State, should help
h:m. He is just a tired man with a
peculiar hallucination-he thinks he
is Immensely wealthy. Don't mind
what he says about money! don't
want him to talk on the subject. He
is little peculiar in several ways,
but not at all d~isagreeable. I'm sure
you'll &c kind to him for my un-
worthy sake. His name is Judson
Ford, and you'll have no trouble in
recognizing him at the station. He
is tall and thin and gray, and doesn't
look amiable-but his looks will
change after ne has been at Cherry
cottage for a week. I know you will
be good to him for my sake. Good
by, dear friends. From your ever
grateful Henry"
The farmer laid down the Letter
and liftsd his spcctacles from his
nose.
well. I declare" he mildly said.
elf that amt Just like Henry"
His wife looked down at the latter.
Doesn't he say when the man is
coming?"
-Eh! Why, yes. Here's a P. S.:
4 am going to start Mr.. Ford up your
way on the 9.45 way train Tuesday
morning. He should be at your sta.
ton at noon"
His wife drew back quickly.
That's noon to-day, Ezra she
warningly said, can it's most II
o'clock! You haven't no more than
time to get to the station. Ill tidy
up the front room and see what there
is for dinner" And she hurried
away.
The farmer turned owe the en-.
velope.
"That Smelling boy should have left
this here yestiddJ- afternoon he
murmured. "Ill have to speak to his
father"
He put the letter on the clock shell:
and hurried to the barn. A little
later he started for the railway thai
wound among the distant hills.
Only n passenger left the way
train at the little station. He was q
tall, slender mar of sixty, a mar
CARRIED in rather rusty black anG
wearing black gloves, a man with
keen gray eyes and a prominent nose
! that curved. like an eagles heak.
The farmer looked at the strange!
and the stranger at once came toward
him.
"Are you Uncle Ezra?" he demand.
ed. His voice was sharp and he had
a peremptory way of speaking.
"My name is Ezra Gaylord" the
farmer replied.
Mine IS Ford. Judson Ford the
stranger briskly explained. "How
are you?" He shook hands in a hur
rled way. you are mere to meet me:
Yes? Where is your carr"
-Car?"
BEG your pardon. I'm accustomed
60 cars. Perhaps we walk?"