Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1918-07-29

sand, IL he's worth a dollar! They
are some of our very first people"
But, Hattie. money isn't everything,
dear" demonstrated her husband gently
nsysrsh nWs had friends and good friends
"Yes but you wait and see what kind
of friends we have now, ,,.,., u,,,
people, dear. on our income; and"
Ma. here's man. I guess he wants
somebody" 1t was a husky whisper
| from Benny.
James Blaisdell stopped abruptly.
Bessie Blaisdell and the little dress
maker cooked their heads interestedly.
Mrs. Blaisdell rose to her feet and ad-
yanced toward the steps to meet the
He was a tall. rather slender, man:
with a close-cropped. sandy beard, and
an air of diffidence and-apology. As
| it was seen that his eyes were blue
and friendly. and that his hair was red
dish;erSwn; di h;s psn5 and rather scanty on top
Il am looking for Mr.. Blaisdell-Mr.
James Blasdell," he murmured hesitat-
ingly
Something in the strangers deferen-
tal manner sent a warm glow OF i'm
Blaisdeil was suddenly reminded that
West Side.
you, my good MANI She swelled again,
half unconsciously. She had never called
a person my good man before. She
The man on the steps cohghed slightly
| behind his hand--a sudden spasmodic
| little cough. Then very gravely he
reached into his pocket and produced
From Mr. Robert Chalmers-a note
to your husband" he bowed, presenting
' \ look of gratfied surprise came into
| the woman's face.
MIR. Robert Chalmers. Of the First
husband joyously Here's a note from
Mr. Chalmers. Quick--read it !"
Her husband. already on his feet
sealed envelope and adjusted his passes.
| A moment later he held out a cordial
hand to- the, stranger
"Ah. Mr.. Smith. I'm glad to see you
I'm glad to see any friend of Bob Chal-
wife and children, and my sister, Miss
Blaisdell. Mr.. Smith, ladies-Mr. John
Smith" (Glancing. at the oper note in
Chalmers, of the First National"
Yes. thank you. Mr.. Chalmers was
so kind" Still with that Difference SC
delightfully."- heart-warming, tine new
conner bowed low to the ladies, and made
his way to the offered chair, II will
then. Il am a genealogist."
Whats that?" 1t was an eager
question from Benny on the veranda
railing. Pa isn't anything. but mas
| Congregationalst."
Hush. child protested duet OF
| feminine voices softly; but the stranger
apparently ignoring the interruption
continued speaking.
II am gathering material for a book
on the Blaisdell family"
| 1.-The Blaisdell family" repeated Mr.
| James Blaisdell. with cordial interest
YES" bowed the otner. 1T is my
purpose to remain some time in your
| town. 1 am told there are valuable
| records here. and an old burying-grounG
of particular interest in this connection
Blaisdell data, l understand. AS I said
| / am intending to make this place my
| headquarters, and I am looking for ar
| attractive boarding-place. Mr.. Chal.
mers was good enough to refer me tc
you"
ITO usA-for a boarding place" There
| was an unmistakable frown on Mrs
James D. Blaisdell's countenance as she
said the words. well, I'm sure I dom
see why he should. We don't keer
But, Hattie. we could" .interposet
her husband eagerly There's that bi.
And it would help a lot if" At the
wrathful warning in his wife's eyes HI
fell back silenced. ..
II said that we didn't keep boarders.
reiterated the lady distinctly. Further
| more, we do need the room ourselves"
| Yes, yes, of course; I understand
' broke in Mr.. Smith. as If in hasty con