Newark evening star and Newark advertiser., 1915-06-16
Evening Star S
Daily Story
AFTER FORTY YEARS
By BARBARA RHODES.

Mary Lou Farday and I change my
will todayi"
Shall telephone Mr.. Dodd to
come down, Uncle Zeb?" asked Ted
lazily.
Uncle zeb could take a dare.
II that Is your answer to my
nltimatum-yes. Tell him wish to
make important changes in my will,"
he said significantly.
Ted moved over to the telephone
picked up the receiver and held it
TO his ear, calling for long-distance
connection.
Uncle zeb watched him from under
beetling brows
1t irritated Ted Borland's uncle to
see that young man so deliberately
throwing away q fortune, but, of
course, he couldn't see his only
nephew marry into the Farday fam
lily without making a vigorous pro-
test. The F'ardays and the Borlands
had wrangled over boundary lines
and sundry other matters for dec
ade, and now that the younger gen.
GRAFTON showed a disposition to be
friendly the old mans wrath was
stimulated to frenzy
He could see through the whole
matter. he told himself a dozen
times a day. The Fardays had lost
much of their money and were land
poor; now there was only Miss Hen
rietta and her niece, Lue Farday,
left on the place. No wonder Lue
Farday was angling to marry Ted
Borland!
II won't have IT." growled Uncle
Zeb.
Ted was talking to Mr.. Dodd. the
lawyer. His pleasant. drawing
W nofaAr fa1 O1l \
"Ah, Mr.. Dodd!" Ted was saying,
Uncle Zeb wants you to come down
TO Borlands this afternoon-oh, you
can easily make the 2:02 train. Some
thing about changing his will, / be-
lieve! | suppose so-thanks-good-
by"
"Thin1S You're mighty clever to
have him down here, don't your"
quavered Uncle Zeb.
II thought you wanted him down,
Uncle Zeb,'" returned Ted with
straight look from his brown eyes.
Il didn't believe you were such a
fool" grumbled the old man. "How
are you going to support that Farday
girl?"
"Lue," corrected Ted quietly. "Why,
we thought we'd live on the old place
with Miss Henrietta, and I'm going
to raise chickens. You know I've had
considerable luck experimenting on
the farm here"
"Chickens!' yelled Uncle Zeb,
pounding his gouty toe by mistake
and almost fainting with agony.
You going to disgrace me by starv-
ing to death next door?"
I'D disgrace myself as a man If l
couldn't support myself and a wife,
to say nothing of a thistle-dowl
creature like Miss Henrietta" re-
torted Ted "Of course, I shall keep
my position In the office until the
business Is started. So long as I
don't ask any favor of you, Uncle
Zeb, you shouldn't complain. Leave
your money where you like. It's
yours to do with as you please.
shan't complain.
"Fool!" groaned Uncle Zeb tear
fully.
The telephone bell jinsled from its
corner.
Answer it, Ted"
Ted's handsome head inclined to
the instrument.
"Yes?-Oh, you, darling? I'm COM
ing over presently. Something impor-
tant? Aunt Henrietta ?-Jove, Lue
but that's a blow. Would you very
much mind crowding into a tiny fiat
in the city? I might make good after
a while-Oh, of course your aunt
needs some one. Perhaps / can talk
her around to our way of thinking.
I'm coming over right now. Good-by,
sweetheart. Don't grieve, it will come
out all right-o."
He hung up the receiver and
crossed the room to look down at the
little dried-up old man with quizzical
eyes.
'1 suppose Henrietta Farday OBJ
jects to having anything as practi-
cal as a, chicken farm on her estate"
sneered Uncle Zeb.
Ted shook his head.
'"It isn't that, Uncle Zeb. Miss
Henrietta objects out and out to my
marrying Lue-says she'll be hanged
If her niece marries a bullying Bor-
land So there you are!"
"And your girl won't chance mar
rying on your salary"
"Yes." said Ted proudly; "only she
thinks it's her duty to Miss Henrietta
To remain with her. Henrietta is not
very well. and there is no other rela-
tive"
"Pooh," shifted Uncle Zeb. Go
away. do, I am sick of your mawk-
ish romancing. I want to take
nap"
neered from the window until he saw
that. Ted's figure had disappeared
through the gate. Then the old man
hobbied across the room to the tele-
phone and called for a local number.
The deeply masculine voice OF Miss
Henrietta Farday came in answer.
.sThis is Zeb Borland," began Uncle
Zeb. doubtfully.
"Humph! Bullying Borlandi" COM
mented Aunt Henrietta in her most
forbidding accents.
'eYou never gave me an opportunity
10 disprove that title, Henrietta pro-
tested the old man.
"Glad l didn't! If I'd married you
would have beer. more miserable
than am now. Glad my father put
his foot down-just as I've put my
foot down on your nephew's love-
making"
"Put your foot down."
'.Yes-both feet. There won't be
any bullying Borlands in my family"
declared the old lady.
nYou can't know Ted very we'll
why, he isn't real Borland anyway
he's more like his mothers folks,
the Terrys; pure gold all through.
He's good enough for any girl In
Almos county-or the world, for that
matter"
"He isn't good enough for my
yuellai I don't know how you can
saw he isn't Borland. Why. he's the
living image Of what you were, Zeb
Borland, forty years ago"
1Ted-Iooks like me-I did? Pshaw.
henrietta, / never was half as good
looking as Teddy" Uncle Zeb's voice
bore a pleased note. -
aYou were better looking!" contra
1cted the lady sharply. 81 can prove
n by that miniature
silence for a moment.
Uncle Zeb smiled into the mouth