Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-10-14
Evening Star
Daily Story
THE WRONG ADDRESS
BY OLIVE ROBERTS BARTON.
Copyright, 1914, by the Mcclure News
paper Syndicate.


street. White, with a buckeye tree
to the left of the front porch" Aunt
Ina had said. The one before her
answered the description.\
Bob Nevis, with his feet comfortably
elevated on the porch rail, sat reading
the morning paper. Noticing a lady
turn in at the gate he sprang up and
stood waiting.
i've brought the tattinga for Mrs.
Mendelheim," Rosina began diff1dent-
. ly. "Will you please give it to her,
and tell her that Aunt Ina, I mean
Miss Ridgeway, is sick today and
won't be able to help with the fancy
work booth. She's very sorry and
hopes Mrs. Mendelheim will be able
to manage without her." She held
out small paper parcel, which the
young man accepted with thanks.
THANK you very much for your
trouble. Good morning.! Rosina said
as she turned to go.
And then the young man found his
tongue. I'm sorry about your aunt.
I hope she'll be better very soon,
solicitously.
THAT'S very kind. 1t is not serious
and I'm sure she'll be all right to-
morrow" Another Good morning.
and she was gone.
Bob stood looking after her HIN!
Who the deuce is she, l wonder?
Don't remember having ever seen her
before. BY Harry she's cracker
jack for looks, isn't she? When she
smiles it's just heaven. VIII you
please tell me what's tatting? think
that's what she said. And who under
the canopy is Mrs. Mendelheim, and
why should l give Mrs. Mendelheim
some tatting? Whoo-ee! Helpl'
He tossed the package up and
caught it with one hand. Hold on,
maybe 1t will break, since you don't
know what it is" Bob grinned. Its
pretty soft. Feels like cotton"
Dr. Nevis stood smiling inside the
screen door and Bob spied him.
sThen you heard, dad"
Yes, couldn't help 1t and can't
say that / blame you much. Mighty
pretty young lady! But If I were
you | believe I'd have told the truth.
That Mrs. Mendelheim does not live
here, and, incidentally, suggested
showing her the way to the right
house."
"Boneheadi But say, dad, I don't
know where she lives. I've been
away from home so long don't
know where any one lives scarcely.
"Mendelheim's house is the mate
. of this one on South Poplar street.
same number, too. Your fair friend
made mistake of eight blocks. rms
is North Poplar"
Bob considered the matter. He
didn't relish walk of eight blocks
alone-when he had an interesting
book and good cigars. No use vast
ing the precious moments of his va
cation hunting up KritZenbaurns or
Schweiderbergs or Minterheimers or
whoever in the world 1t was who
would have to look after the fancy
work booth, now that Aunt Ina was
sick. Aunt Ina's niece was differ
ent matter.
So he called Sammy Croop, next
door, and gave him a nickel and the
bundle of tatting, telling him where
to CO.
Sammy Croop stuffed the small
bundle into his pocket and started on
his way. At the corner of Crissmore
street he met Jimmy and David Har-
rowdale on their way to the swim
ming hole. Sammy yielded without
much coaxing and agreed to go along,
deciding that the return trip would
be time enough to make his delivery.
But Sammy got a cramp in the deep
water and Jimmy managed to hold
him up in a way while David yelled
for help to some men in the nearby
field. The result was that Sammy,
weak and subdued from his sousing,
was brought home en- participated
shay wagon and delivered to his
mother with no more clothing than
few wisps of timothy while his out
tit of one Indian suit, much soiled
and crumpled, lay on rock beside
the distant stream.
All day Mrs. Aaron Mendelheim
worked at the church. She draped
Yards of bunting over the fancy work
booth, wondering why Mrs Ridge
way did not come to help. The
church had no telephone. and at noon
she had no time to go home, but
lunched on box of ham sandwiches
she had brought along. The annual
bazaar of the Ladies' Light Bearer
Society must be a success!
IF she can't come she might have
sent word she soliloquized indignant
~. st could have gotten someone to
help. And how about that tatting she
has been working on for months?
She says there's twenty dollars
worth. And now where is she? Does
anybody know anything about Miss
Ridgeway?" But nobody did. AT 8
o'clock Mrs. Mendelheim left the
completed yellow and lavender booth
and dragged her weary way home
ward. Her cup of tea failed to revive
her and she went to bed with a split
ting headache.
Bob Nevis's troubles were begin
ming.
One of the Mendelheims telephoned
to the Ridgeways and the result was
that Rosina went to take charge of
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the miscarriage of her message.
Mrs. Nevis. leaving the house that
night, asked Bob to go along, and
he found himself with his mother at
the Methodist Church bazaar His
heart leapt. There was a faint chance
of seeing his fair visitor Of the morn
Ing.
Mrs. Nevis wanted some aprons. SO
in a minute Bob found himself fac
ing Rosina; but Rosina's eyes had
mover a glance for him. He might
fave been so much thin air. She had
a. disconcerting way of looking di-
fectly through him that made him
feel decidedly insignificant.
'T hear that l can get some of Miss
Ridgeway's beautiful tatting," said
his mother.
'T'm sorry, but we have none. 1t
was sent, but through some error has
not reached the church"
THAT is too badr' returned Mrs.
Nevis, moving away. Come, Rob-
ert.''
Robert discovered the Indian suit
and the tatting next morning, both
drenched with rain.
He took the tatting home to his
mother and started out to hunt the
Ridgeways to turn in $40 to Miss Ina.
Rosjna came to the door.