Norwich bulletin., 1917-08-10
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 What 8 lot of surprising truths are going to unfold themselves to you!" declared the man from Hyde Park. If ever you want to learn what is what without a. doubt, try to sell your place, preferably in the rural regions! Never shall I forget the struggles and tor ments of dear old Uncle Harbeck-''
 'Is this going to be 9 string of fam ivy history" demanded the Woodlawn man threateningly.
 Nope" his friend sured him. This is an intensely fascinating story of ad- venture which you'd have to pay $1.35 for ii you bought it! Uncle Harbeck and Aunt Lucy had this cottage and an acre of ground at a quiet summer resort and they had more fun with it than a couple of kids. In Chicago, Uncle Harbeck was cool, crisp icicle in immaculate tailored suits behind a mahogany desk calculated to strike terror to ones soul, and Aunt Lucy always wore hers marceIled and took sll the prizes at bridge-but at the cot tage they turned loose and adopted gingham, overalls, the simple life and fixing up the place. Whenever any of their friends went over for a week end he knew that immediately he walked through the rustic gateway he must drop his grip ker- bang and cry:
 Well well. If you haven't been changing things, though, since I was herei How you have improved 1t! What 8 lot of work you have put in!'
 And then he would be led in and fed the fatted calf and made much of. But really every one was crazy about Uncle Harbeck's place. They said the location was ideal. the temperature marvellous on a hot day, and the entire atmosphere idyllic and charming and oh, if only they could spend the rest man he was to be the owneT-and what fortunate woman was Aunt Lucy to have all those bedrooms to trim up with cretonnes and otherwise enjoy herself in womans way!
 Well, when Uncle Harbeck decide to move to California, he thought he'd better sell his little garden of Eden, much as he hated to rart from it. So many of his friends had had purple fits of enthusiasm over it that he was sort of afraid the news it was the mar ket might precipitate a riot and make all sorts of hard feelings. It would be too bad to have Clarkson and Deep CT and Jones all making faces at one another in their anxiety to get in first, but he sritted his teeth and announced he fact.
 ''Huh?' said Clarkson. Why, thought you liked your place-was it too damp2
 "'Going to sell. eh?' asked Jones' Well, I thought you'd get tired of it after while. It's such a hard Uip getting there!'
 Funny bunch of people around you over there, isn't it?' asked Deeper. Surprised that you could stand 'em this 1ongi'
 When Uncle Harbeck got his breath he let loose. He's fighter and he was injured.
 You're the man who said he could spend his life there!' he told Jones. Jones coughed He admitted he might have said something of the sort while under the influence of country eggs and bacon, but honest, now, did Uncle Harbeck like the Rogers awful cot tage? Or the way the Gilmores ate and those awful Beckwith children and you never could get a Sunday pa- per till nooni Besides, old man, your house is too big for your grounds and should face the other way! Deeper was kind. He said he knew Uncle Harbeck was attached to the place, but if only the house had been bungalow instead of two stories and if he had cut down the trees and laid out a garden and if he'd run in gas and electricity and moved the whole she. lang right down on the lake shore, why it might be sort of possible, though 1 as for himself if ever he owned g. sum- 1 mer place it would be the sea- shore,
 "Clarkson shook his head. Never ] he opined. would Uncle Harbeck get r5E of the place. It was too dark and too