New Britain herald. [microfilm reel] (New Britain, Conn.) 1890-1976, 1916-11-25
Why Did Mrs. Cosgrove Urge Madge
to 'Keep Up That Joke for a
Few Days?''

My first glimpse Of Cosgrove's farm
house was a reassuring one. Broad
and low and homelike, with immense
stone chimneys, wide veranda and
unexpected wings, it nestled among
the trees on the bank Of the rushing
mountain stream We had just passed.
A wide, curving, grave1led pathway
which led from the road to the door
was bordered by the last flowers of
autumn-cosmos, crysanthemums and
geraniums, while two or three large
bushes of gorgeous hydrangeas gave
an unusual background to the place.
I made a swift mental deduction
from the appearance Of the flowers
that some one who possessed both an
unusual eye for artistic effect, and an
intense love for flowers, was an inmate
of the farmhouse. But the only
figures to be seen on the porch as We
came up the steps were those of a
motherly-1ooking woman with one of
the kindest, tiredest faces [ had ever
seen, and a jovial giant Of a man
whose blue eyes were exactly like
those of the boy carrying our luggage,
and who rose to greet us.
Mr. Graham, I suppose" the giant
said, cordially, putting out his hand.
"The same,' Dicky returned lightly
Were pretty tired and dusty, may
we go directly to our rooms?' He
! spoke hurriedly, and I knew that he
| did SO in order to avoid having to in
| troduce me formally to Mr.. Cosgrove,
| who, with a hearty and my names
| Cosgrove' had first clasped Dicky' S
| hand and then mine.
1 saw that Dicky still wished to
| dark woman who had been our fellow
! passenger had inn ocently precipitated
| when she had assumed that we were
| brother and sister, because 'Dicky had
called me by the old nickname of
SISTER Sue and had engaged two
rooms Of the Cosgrove boy
| At the Farm House.
| But Mrs. Cosgrove made no such
mistake.
| "How do you do, Mrs. Graham, -
she said, grasping my hand warmly
| L will take you up to your rooms
| at once. You will just have time to
wash up before supper. 1t will be on
the table in 10 minutes
| I looked around, I am afraid in
malicious anticipation of the look I
expected to see on the face of our
! felloW-p passenger. [ had an idea that
! she would not relish the knowledge
that Dicky was married.
But she had disappeared, and /
! realized that she was still in ignor-
ance of the real relationship between
| Dicky and me.
"Looks like a bully old place.
| Dicky said when Mrs. Cosgrove had
| gone downstairs after showing us to
,ir1~
| mighty comfortable here, after ALL
ooh, how we'll we can see the
| mountains from the wndows,' I ex-
claimed joyfully, putting aside the
| f1uttering white curtain and looking
| out across the road at a rugged peak
| tipped as with fire from the last RAYS
of the setting sun.
when we come up to bed tonight
| we'll rearrange this furniture a bit, u
| Dicky returned. eff you get your
| bed at just certain angle from the
| window you can see the mountain
! perfectly without even rising on vour
| elbow
81 used to like to go to sleep look
ing at them over at Halpin's. It's one
| of the bulliest things in the world to
lie comfortably in bed early on an
! autumn morning and watch the sun
| rise over the peaks
gave Dicky's arm little ecstatic
! squeeze as he stood beside me.