The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1912-12-19

habit Of looking gift horse In the
mouth
Then it-thls nomination-w will be a
gift from MurchellT'
You couldn't have II otherwise"
And YOU see nothing wrong In
thatT"
Il myself should be glad to have his
support for any office might seek"
The Judge regarded this answer as
sufficient I'm glad you have it. IL
shows hs friendship for us continues
And he cleared his throat signif-
cantly. 1T augurs well for other hon
ors to- hem our family
Two little creases settled between
John eyes.
Miss Roberta was a vigorous spin
Stef of sixty whose caustic tongue
tried not always successfully, to hide
the kindly impulses of her heart. She
was lady of many vIoleut disIikes
and few equally violent friendships.
Later In the evening she found John
alone nn the western porch staring up
INTO the sky. The prophecy Of the
mornings red sunrise was about to be
fulfilled Il WAS evident that a storm
WAS brewing
steve Hampden." Miss Roberta re-
marked in carefully casual tone. 'is
home. And Katherine" she added.
"YesY" negligenty
"You go and call on her. 60 to-
night"
Cant have" he yawned ian
appointment with the sandman
didn't sleep much last night. Won't
she keep2 She seemed healthy enough
the last time | saw her. Regular lit
tie red headed tomboy, she was
"She mightn't stay long" Miss
Roberta's tone implied that this con-
tingency would be little short of ca
lamiious. And Warren Blake is dane
ing after her already"
Dear Aunt Roberta. Warren never
In his life did anything SO frivolous as
dancing. Why are you in such hur
ry to have me fall in loveT'
II don't want you to grow old and
grabbed and-and lonesome--like me-"
"Why-why, Aunt Roberta. didn't
know you felt that way You mustn't,
you know" he said gravely, and pat
ted her hand affectionately. from
which unwonted demonstration she
hastily snatched it away.
He laughed There's time enough
for mating anyhow. I'm only thirty;
and. besides, what could offer girl,
even If | were so reckless as to fall in
loveT
Yourself" Miss Roberta could not
entirely repress hint Of pride.
Those spectacles you're always los.
ing must be rose colored. I'd want to
offer something more than myself,
Aunt Roberta something of achieve
nent that would prove my worth.
couldn't love a woman who could care
for little. futile man. When I've
done something. then
II know what you're thinking John
ny. Don't go into politics."
1--WE got to. don't want to go all
my life as have done. drudging along
for a little money, drying up in the
routine. my outlook narrowing. I'd
have nothing to show In justification
of my living. Why. I'd be no better
than Warren Blake, Aunt Roberta"
One might, by stretch of the i'm
agination. have called the sound Miss
Roberta emitted laugh.
Across Main street from the court
house square-scene of Daniel Web
ster's famous speech. the war time
demonstrations and the annual rally
stands a red brick. white porticoed
mansion In the style we distinguish as
colonial This house was built In the
early thirties by Thomas Dunmeade, |
founder of New Chelsea, then In his
eightieth year, a period Of life when
his thoughts should have been center
ed on heavenly glories, but were, In
fact, busted with the cares and vani-
ties of this world.
Thomas lived just long enough to !
install himself in the new house. Then |
he died In an apoplectic ft following |
a choleric denunciation of Andrew |
jackson. The title to the house de- |
scended to the pioneers son, Robert, a |
gentleman Of parts. who. as founder |
of the -four mills. brought commercial |
consequence and as congressman for
one term the honors of craftsmanship |
to the town of his nativity. His son |
was Hugh. the soldier and later the |
judge of the house of Dunmeade.
Miss Roberta and John were sitting |
under tree in the front yard. 1t was |
Sabbath afternoon in New Chelsea.
81 wonder" mused Miss Roberta, |
"how Steve Hampden liked the SER
mon?'
"He probably wasn't listening"
Warren Blake walked home from |
church with Katherine" she remarked |
significantly.
'She was there. thenP'
Didn't you see herTF
Il heard the stir when she came in;
but, strange to relate, was more In