The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1910-11-29

q chance TO get well. how nice II
would be!'--didnt your"
Another nod.
We'll" ! said, backing Munchausen
in a corner and dragging his medals
away from him, that's the answer.
You for the Burbs! You for the cha
teau up the track! Henceforth, you
for the cage In the country where the
daffydowndillys sing in the treetops
and buttercups chirp loud from Dough
to bought
"Oh, joint" she. exclaimed, faint
with delight; ~do you really mean
you've bought home in the country?
How perfectly lovely! You dear, dear
old John! And that's what you've
been doing with all your money, just
to surprise me! Bless your dear good
heart! oh! I'm SO glad and so de-
lighted. Won't 1t be simply grand?"
could feel the cold, spectral form
OF Sapphire leaning over my left
shoulder, urging me on.
What is it like? How many rooms?
Where is it?" she inquired, all in one
breath.
Where was the blamed thing? What
did 1t look like? How did knowf
She could search me- / could feel my
ears getting red. Presently braced
and mumbled, mo more details till
the castle is completed, then I'll coax
you out there and let you reveI'
How soon will that beY she asked.
Tomorrow? Yes, John, tomorrow"
NO." whispered croupily, "in--in
about week"
wanted time to arrange my earth
ly affairs.
"Oh, lovely!" she said, and kissing
me rushed away to break the news
to mother.
felt like a rain check after the
sun comes out.
Suddenly hope tugged at my heart
strings and remembered that / had
week In which to beat the ponies to
pulp and win out enough coin to buy
six Swiss cheese cottages in the coun-
try.
Day after day waded in among the
jelly fab at the track, but the best I
ever got was an So win.
Eight dollars wouldn't buy dog
house.
was desperate. Every evening I
had to sit around and listen while
Clara j. told Tacks or Uncle Peter or
Aunt Martha or Mother what she In
tended doing when we moved to the
country.
They had it all cooked up. Uncle
Peter and Aunt Martha were coming
to live with us and Taeks would be
there to let us live with him.
Uncle Peter intended starting a
garden truck farm in the back yard
and Taeks figured on building chick
en- coop somewhere between the front
gate and the parlor.
Aunt Martha and Clara J. almost
came to blows over the question OF
milking the COW. Aunt Martha in
sisted that cows are MIXED by ma.
chinery, and Clara J. was equally posi-
tive that moral saasion is the only
means by which a COW can be brought
to show down.
In the meantime / was dying every
half hour.
Finally the day preceding the long
| talked of country excursion arrived
and began to figure on the safest
and least expensive methods Of sui
| eide.
/ went to the track in the afternoon
and threw out enough gold dust to
paint our country home from cellar to
attic--but never sardine showed.
Frost-bitten and suffocatetd by the
odor of burning money, crept into
a seat in the car and began to plan
my finale.
Presently an elbow poked me in
the ribs and looked into the smiling
face of Bunch Jefferson.
"Still piking, eh?v he chuckled;
you wouldn't trail along after your
Uncle Bunch and get next to the can
dy man, would you? Only $500 to the
good today. Am the picker from
Picklesburg, son Of the old man Pick
| wick ?--well, guess yesl"
Then in that desperate moment
broke down and confessed all to
Bunch.
Then Bunch began to laugha long
loud, discordant laugh which ended
In, "John, I'll help you make 1ood!'
and then began to sit up and notice
things.
I'm away ahead Of this pitty-pat
game at the merry-go-round." Bunch
went on, land it so happens that re
Gently peeled the wrapper on my
roll and swapped 1t for a country
home for my sister and her daughter
She's young widow, my sister is,
and one of the loveliest little ladies
that ever came over the hill. And she
has daughter that's regular plate
of peaches and cream"
Still / sat in darkness, and he went
on:
Now, my sister won't move out
there for day or two. SO tomorrow
promptly on schedule time, you lead
your domestic fleet over the sandbars
to that house and point with pride to
it's various beautiesare you wiser
"But, Great Scott, man, it's not
minei" gasped.
'Roll a small pill and get together. =
admonished Bunch, with seraphic
smile. Cant you figure the trick to
win? All you have to do is to coax
your gang out there and then break
the painful news to them that you've
suddenly discovered the place is