The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1912-10-18

les.
Mrs. Covington is the owner. Her
husband died couple of years ago and
left all of his property to her In trust
for nephew who is only three years
old at the present time. She has re-
Gently had the billboard erected there
or at least the balsam people have
leased the ground from her for the
purpose"
THANK you." said Paul Main. and he
went home.
He wrote a letter that evening to
Mrs. Coyington and explained to her
what blot that billboard was on his
outlook, and as he understood the prop
erty was not for sale and that the
contract could not be bought he added
an appeal to her sense of the beautiful
ON observing the hldeous sign from ev.
cry point of view of his estate.
After he had sealed the letter and
sent it to the postoffice he felt better
and went out to the terrace to smoke,
and under the magic of the full moon
he fell to dreaming of the lovely little
woman he had saved from death
that day, and his hand unconsciously
strayed to the little slipper In his
pocket
The next evening he received q visit
from Mr.. Coombs who looked very
much displeased over something and II
possible appeared paler and with white
hair more outstanding than usual. Paul
had him out on the terrace, where they
paced to and fro as they talked.
you've gone and done 1t now, Man,"
said the lawyer bitterly.
Done whatT demanded Paul, mys-
tilted.
Il knew you were rich man, but l
never supposed you to be a screw. 1t
never occurred to me that robbing the
widow was in your Incl"
"A screw? Robbing the widow-what
widow? | don't know any widows. l
keep away from 'em every timer he
protested.
"You write letters to Them" said
Coombs testify.
"Letters?" repeated Paul vaguely, and
then suddenly light broke over him.
"Do you mean Mrs. Covingtonf" he
asked lamely.
Eyes Man. do you know that it near
ly broke that woman's heart to have
that signboard put up there, but she did
1t to keep body and soul together. Gov.
ington died and left her pretty well Off,
but all the property was In trust, be-
cause l suppose he was certain she
would marry again some day. few
months ago she lost some securities
through a robbery in her house and has
been hard pressed for money to live
upon. The signboard business Is mere
ly a sop to the hungry wolf until she
can find some means of earning n liy-
ing for herself She talks of taking
boarders. because she has well equip
ped house here In Fairdale"
"She has been to your" Paul found
voice to ask out OF his depth of self
condemnation.
Eyes. She has ordered me to break
the contract with the balsam people
and have the board removed She does
not feel that she ought to impose upon
her neighbors in that way"
what can be done to make things
rightr asked Paul sharply.
81 don't know, IL anything, now, only
you might go around and tell her as
delicately as possible that you think
a strapping six footer Of man who
doesn't have to worry about the
butcher or baker can stand 1t to gaze
upon black and yellow billboard bet
ter than n frail woman can give up
the income derived from said advertise
ment. She is a proud woman, too,
Main"
"You needn't make me feel like any
less than thirty cents" complained
Paul
"You ought to be made to feel-you
think too much about yourself, Main"
you're right" admitted Paul, land
now that you've ripped me to pieces
let's have little friendly talk about
what | can do to make myself most
useful and inoHensive in Falrdale."
The next day found Paul Main seek
ing the home of Mrs. Amy Covington
In Fairdale village.
The Covington place was pleasant,
old fashioned white house set in the
midst of comfortable grounds. Paul's
ring at the doorbell brought him face
to face with the blue eyed woman he
had rescued two days before.
Mrs. Covingtonf she repeated, smil-
ing, though he was sure she had been
weeping. Il am Mrs. Covington. Won't
you come inf'
Afterward, when he told Mr.. Coombs
! about the interview, he added the story
of the pretty shoe he had retained.
"Coombs," he said thoughtfully. Il
persuaded Mrs. Covington to leave the
billboard there as a reminder to me
| that | am selfish sort Of beast. Now
shall spend the rest Of the year In
persuading her that because saved
her life she should intrust that pre-
| cious life to me for better or worse.
II / can win her for my wife the
whole landscape can be dotted with
billboards advertising Windmuller's
! balsam and I shall not carew
"You have 1t bad, my dear Main"
grinned Mr.. Coombs. rubbing his hands
delightedly. "As understand 1t, there
Will be no blot upon your landscape II
you can persuade Amy Covington to
marry you"
"As I understand It," amended Paul
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