The Press., 1922-11-02
Where Washington
 Stopped
By JANE OSBORN

along Cedar street in search of sights to see.
 Then he noticed that the house seemed very old. He stopped his aged roadster and stood before Lyda Jones. Lyda knew in a minute that he was a college student and at sixteen Lyda dreamed of nothing more thrilling than to be noticed by a student. He made 1t clear, however, that it was the house that had attracted him.
 Excuse me-" he said. but Pm look ing over the land for a new line of sightseeing busses. I'm to be the spiel CT for this route. The idea is to go out to the battlegrOunds beyond and we want to find some points of inter- est to make the passengers think they are getting their moneys worth on the way. I heard that there was house along here somewhere that was once the headQuarters of Washington or Lafayette or some one. It may be on the next road But this house looked as if it was colonial. This road Is much better than the one beyond, so I'd like to come down this way. You don't happen to know if Washington ever did stop at this house, or Lafay cite or anyOneY
 Lyda was fascinated with the way the young man spoke. His speech was decidedly more cultivated than that of Aunt Chloe Jones or any of her neighbOrs that formed the world in which Lyda Jones lived. AS spieler of the new Inc of sightseeing busses the young stranger would perhaps pass by her house two or three times week. If he decided that it was not worth while, perhaps she would never see him again. She did not answer his question directly.
 If 1t is the hOuse-if some one in- teresting did once stay here, you'd come by Often-twO or three times 8 week?" she said.
 "Yes," and Robert Dawes found him. self looking intently into the puZzlin8 depths of Lyda's blue eyes. II am a student, but I shall have time to take the tour two or three afternoons a week. and that is as often as they will need to run 1t. They have sent me out now to work up the information for my lecture"
 'T see" said Lyda slowly, and she, too, was surprised and ashamed of herself when she realized how intently she was studying the shadOwy depths of the young mans gray eyes. "Well, l think this is the house. wouldn't be at all surprised if 1t was. It cer- tainly looks like that sort of house, doesn't it? You never saw such sag ging floors or such crooked windows, and my, how the hinges creak Yes. l think-Tm almost certain that Wash ingtOn and Lafayette and-and Daniel Webster and John Hancock and Paul Revere and lots of other people used to stop here quite often. In fact, I know the room where Paul Revere used to sleep." Lyda Jones paused to see how the stranger was taking her story. She did not explain that old Aunt Chloe had once had a dog named Paul Revere who used to take long winters maps in the back parlOr. 'NOw you'll come by, won't yOu?"
 And that Is how 1t happened that whenever the sightseeing busses went out to the famous battle-ground they made a turn up Cedar street and stopped for full two or three minutes to gaze upon the dllapidated old house where Lafayette and Washington had once stopped to talk to Paul Revere. That is the traditiOn," Robert Dawes would add, and there was sure to be some one in the party to rave over the ,l, ED DIO Al "quafnt little dOrmer windows" and quite often some one of the passengers would say, What pretty girl that Is out there sweeping the porch"
 It did not take Aunt Chloe Jones long to observe that the sightseeing bus always stopped before her door.
 You might think this was Bunker Hill monument or Old South Church or something to see the way that bus always stops here. What in goodness sakes is there to rubber at? I'm going to step out and tell that impertinent- looking young man to move on some one of these days"
 He's a college student" put in Lyda.
 "What do you know about him?' snapped back the indignant aunt. And Lyda said something about simply thinking he looked like one as a mat ter of self-defense. A few days later Chloe had more to say on the same subject.
 Do you know what that. young whipperSnapper says about this hOuse?" she demanded. "I heard down at tie store. Some one was in there that had been on the ride. and she said that that young fellow said that this house had been Washington's headquarters, or something like that Such impudence. It's old enough, I dare say, but guess none of the JOneseS would have wanted to let lot of common soldiers into their house, giving themselves a lot of nOtOriety like any common folk"
 Aunt Chloe sputtered from time to time and made remarks about the i'm pertinent young man who lectured on the sightseeing bus, but she was un~ successful in keeping her pretty niece from appearing three times in the week in front of the house when the bus StOnDed. Always the imDertinent young man lifted his hat politely when he saw her. Once in a while when Aunt Chloe wasn't home Lyda accept ed the young mans invitation to get into the car and ride as far as the battle-ground and back. It was only a matter of half an hour. And though Robert Dawes had to go on with his lecture and had little time to speak to the pretty girl beside him in the bus, it was quite plain that these two young folk were very happy to be in each others company. One rainy day when there were no passengers for the sightseeing ride, Robert Dawes, dis pensing with the chauffeur, ran the big bus out just the same.
 Lyda Jones saw him coming and