The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1910-04-13

! A Belated !
Traveller
The Woman Who Saw the I
World In Her Own
Home. Z
BY HARRIET NJ. ABBOT
Copyright, 1870 by American Press 4

By HARRIET NJ. ABBOT
Copyright, 1910. by American Press
Association.


The village of Enderley was looking
forward to an era of prosperity. When
a STRIPPING In the postotfice called 1t
boom Deacon Carder launched forth
into a TRADE against such a PROPOSE
ton.
"Butterworth's givin' good wages"
he said, but you wait till he gifts in
a passed. of foreign hands"
Easy, Carder, easy! They do say
he's buying land all along the river
road and going to put up these new
tangled model tenements." pacifled
the postmaster.
Passing down the street, the deacon
saw young Jack Butterworth rapping
at the door of the Dyer girls and ex-
claimed:
Either on en- old nough to be
his grandmother. an Analine bed
ridden at that. Humph. Probly he's
up TO his pas tricks an wantin, to
buy there an start hifalutin sui
phite mill. STUFF an nonsense, | say,"
Meantime the young man was vigor
ously using the ancient knocker on the
door of the small white house. but, re-
ceiving no response, WAS about to turn
away when the sudden shrill blast of
horn from within assured him that
the dwelling was not tenantless.
I'm coming" called high pitched
voice. and wiry little old lady in
Bingham gown and tapping sunbonnet
appeared from the garden nj the rear.
"Deary me! | was out getting butter
heans and when | heard sisters horn
| was all of fiuster. But come right
in now, do!
Sister, this is Mr. Butterworth," in
troduced Miss Caroline deprecatingly.
But the sister. an invalid, waved her
hand with impotence. Don't mind
me. l amt to home. Been in Japan
the whole afternoon Just going to
ride out In one o. them jimmy goenrts
this minute. Say" she continued II
relevantly, with birdlike change of
demeanor, did you hear my horn?"
She proudly tapped mn old eornet as
she spoke.
Hear 1t, Miss Analine. My ears are
ringing yet. Do you play often?' he
asked, with lingering amusement.
"Sister doesn't really play" Miss
Carolipe FASTENED to explain.
mo, but she can blow like old Boz
rax." the invalid rejoined with
sbrewd twinkle In her eyes
"Boreas, Boreas, You mean. sister,
corrected the other gently.
well | call him Borax." There was
the inslstence of a spoiled child in the
sick womans tone. zone loot means
Some one at the door Two toots
mean want you myself"
Then she gravely observed, 'The jim
ny gocart's waiting" and withdrew
her interest from the conversation.
Pm afraid it's hopeless" he admit
ted ruefully TO his father afterward.
IF the Dyer place didn't happen to be
located exactly as it is-fairly ad1oln-
ing the river road property-of course
we'd never give it another thought.
And what would ever induce that
quaint old pair TO give up their home!
Those poor souls. BY the way, father.
have YOU ever seen Miss Analine, the
bedridden one, who has a mania for
travelling and so pretends she's con
stantly on the roadf'
Mr.. Butterwerth drummed abstract
eddy on his Office desk before answer
ing. mo, but should think the
change would suit the old lady TO a Il
from all accounts
by Jove, father, do you know | be-
lieye l have a scheme. I'm detei-
mined to win yet, but I'll keep my
plan to myself for the present"
We'll, success 70 you. Jack" was
the hearty wish as the paternal gaze
rested admiringly on the animated
face. ~ judge the Dyer girls are
likely to have persistent caller"
Subsequent events proved the truth
Of the prophecy, for the following aft
ernoon saw the runabout again before
the old house. The front door was
ajar, and Miss Analine called with I'M
wonted graciousnass; Come in. Come
in II you want to. Caroline's over to
Mis- Skillins, but I'm just getting back
from Venice myself. I'll be home in
a jiffy. N.Y." she exulted, "but it's
fine gondoling on the Grand canal"'
She breathed sigh Of rapture as she
looked up.
"Enderley, too, is an uncommonly
pretty place to any one who has an
eye for natural beauty" he finally
yentured.
Miss Analine's face clouded. MAY
be-" she assented reluctantly.
"The town is improving fast" pur-
sued the undaunted youth, launching
into glowing account of recent
changes and bettered conditions.
down In the village, now, on Main
street, there's so much passing it's
sometimes absolutely lively"
The black eyes In the withered eoun
tenance shone with speculative appre.
citation, and the speaker resumed: II
should think you and Miss Caroline
would-ahem.-t notion one Of
these days to move down in the midst
Cf things. where you'd have more
neighbors. Haven't you ever thought
of selling the farm and taking a small
err place thereT'
Mr.. Butterworff. Sr.. would have de-
tected germs OF diplomatic talent In
the apparent innocence with which the
question was proffered. but the old
lady was wholly unsuspicious and re.
torted with sniff Of scorn: what
Yankee would ever lack gumption bad
enough to buy this farm, do you sup
pose? Caroline can't raise a thing on
1t but hay m potatoes n pusley. with
a mess Of butter beans now m then.
Besides, though I'm away from home
a good deal myself, do seem to need
this place for kind Of depot"
An expression Of sly humor lighted
the invalids countenance, but her lis
tener's manner was merely one Of
grave attention. II see," he remarked
quietly. "But, Miss Analine, some peo.