The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1920-09-24

Iu6I6 always is u IOOhOul, you
know" says Wee, land it's quite as
much your duty to climb to it as il
is to pay your bill. But this is an easy
one. Isn't it gorgeous up here, though
and so PEACEFUL"
you've said it," says l. Even the
chipmunks are trained not to chatter
while guests are around. Here's where
you recover from that ear-strain o.
yours. Pm going to soak UP some
September sunshine, and maybe
snooze bit.
All of which lasted fully As minutes
Then Urania and Aletta arrived
Course, we didn't know them was thei1
names. Not at first We looks uI
to see these two queer, old maidisl
lookin' females putin up the trai
hand in hand with their knittin' bags
hung from their arms. | can't sa!
Just what was the matter with thei
faces except that somehow they
seemed out of DRAWN, like the kline
produce when l try to sketch will
a pencil. Sort of caricatures, witt
noses that didn't fit, and bulg,
starin' eyes. When they discover:
that the outlook is occupied the!
goes through panicky motions ant
hesitates bashful.
"Oh!" says one, suckin' in he
breath.
please don't mind u.s. says Wee
1--WE are going down soon. This il
your favorite nook, isn't it,"
YES" says one, suckin' in he
breath.
I'VE come up here every afternoon
to get the view," breaks in the other
But you mustn't 60"
NO." says the first one. please
tay. We-can tell you the names o
some of the peaks. That is-Aletts
can She has wonderful memory
Aletta."
Now, Urania!t prostseofinbcet
Now, Urania!" protests the other
who is it remembers the number O.
stitches across the shoulder"
"Sweaters?" asks Wee.
ooh. yes" comes from Aletta ant
Urania in chorus.
And inside of two minutes the
knittin bags are emptied and the thre:
are swappin' dope on how to construct
the latest thing in the sweater line
It's the usual hotel openin'. l under
stand, and it all seemed harmless
enough, didn't look like it would lead
to anything, so l sort of yawned and
settled myself comfortable again.
But the next thing 1 knew the talk
was switched sudden to something d
bit more personal than sweaters.
I'VE noticed you at luncheon" says
Aletta, land l told Urania then that
l was sure you were a bridal couple
You are, aren't your"
Wee chuckles Hear that, Torchy u
says she.
We'll. don't deny it," says L
Whats the use?"
"There!" says Urania triumphant
BE he's just joking" says Wee
Why, we've been married more thar
three years and have a two-year old
boy at home on Long Island"
TRULY" says Aletta, shiftin' those
starey eyes of hers from one to thu
other of us. II never would have
guessed it. Where on Long Island
do you live?"
why, Harbor Hills, out near Roar
ing Rock, you know" says Wee.
1--WE live on Joralemon Street,
says Urania.
81 beg pardon?" says Wee
"Joralemon," echoes Aletta, as il
that told the whole story.
"Torchy, where is that?" demands
lvee.
"eHart of Brooklyn" says 1, prompt
81 can say it but never could spell
it. All that know is that it rhymes
with Solomon"
Both Aletta and Urania stare at me
kind of suspicious. at is one of the
oldest and best-known streets in
Brooklyn" says Aletta, a trife re-
provin'. We've were born there,
and have always lived there. The
name has never seemed difficult to
spell; at least, not to u.s."
But then" says l hast.y "Pm a
punk speller. l knew where it it was,
anyhow"
Doesn't everyone?" asks Aletta
THAT is, nearly everyone?" And she
glances apologizin' at Wee.
81 am sure 1 should have known
says Wee. "Joralemon. It's nice
dignifed name"
"It's nice street." says Urania
"At least, it was once. am sorry
to say that a good many apartment
houses have been built there recent
ly."
within the last ten or fifteen
years" adds Aletta. There is one
on either side of us now. We've
cried when the old Babson house wa;
torn down; didn't we, Urania?"
Urania mods THE Babson's were
such nice neighbors," says she
"They came to motehrs funeral"
And once when our chimney
burned out" says Aletta.