The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1926-11-25


the factory to fight for their rights.
They chew their gum and laugh al
her Fellows Corners amt so far
but some of us have heard of Lizzie
Harrigan's rich marriage. She got
hint of that last time she tried TO
make a strike leader of herself ana
found she was the whole strike. She's
all for plain living and high thinking.
and look where she lives Five maids
cook and a chauffeur. And clothes J
Lizzie struck luck when she married
Mannheim"
~ know Mrs. Mannheim" Ned said,
TO Dabbs' complete establishment anu
Ned's voice was hard. I'D rather 60
tn her kitchen door with groceries any
day, than to her front door. VINO
started this blot on the landscapeF
Dabbs visibly started. He shot
quick glance at Ned. but the younger
man did not notice the look.
isn't blot on the landscape III
tle strong?" he inquired anxiously.
"You see I'm the agent for the man
who bought the land cheap, ana
thought it'd make good investment
as an exclusive residence place. lie
had good architect come down mere.
who was crazy about remodeling OLD
houses. and soon Mr.. Mannheim ana
man called Green got interested.
and they brought the rest here"
81 suppose" Ned began refiectively.
as though he had scarcely been lis
tening, "that Mrs. Mannheim thought
she could get together set OF her
own down here, and drag Mannheim
away from his friends
Don't know" Dabbs answered, a
trife bewildered at Ned's intimate
knowledge of these people. THAT S
| Green's house over there, among the
/ trees where we're going next. Green s
| y character. He can talk white into
/ looking black, and the other way rouho.
/ He was a professor of something or
other. in some college. He's in Rus
/ STA now"
"Who has the house nowT
| "Don't lust know. II was rented
nv the New York agency when | was
away. | didn't see the name Sims
/ mt on the order, so | can't tell you
whether It's money or just views but
ehould think it would be money and
views. Sometimes, you know, resu-
lar family. Just looking for peace and
ouiet. land here. But it's generally
one of the same"
He paused. Jimmy! I've never
talked so much to any one before. Oh
course being agent for the property
have to keep my mouth shut but
what would you do? Turn them out?
Aren't they safer here than in some
other place? Peace Valleys slow
moving"
He looked appealingly at Ned, for
evidently that "blot on the landscape
ranked
Ned said nothing. He was frown-
ing. staring straight ahead OF him.
seeing nothing. Dabbs. glancing at
him. puzzled. explained further "Of
course. I've only given you my idea
of them. I'd not set you against
them. for anything. In fact, they
might amuse you"
"They wouldn't" Ned interrupted
vehemently. Il don't want to know
them.
eqJ The wygggop gaxe .. fun finn! lgreh s.i 81
helms back gateway a slender
blonde girl came through the wrought
iron gates at breakneck speed
pulled along by an Infatuated young
collie on leash. Neither the CIR
nor the dog seemed able to stop and
Jenny would not.
Horse. dog and girl seemed as one
in the cloud Of dust that enveloped
them
AS Dabbs pulled at the reins. Ned
Jumped over the side of the wagon
and landed at the girls feet.
"Peter," she shrieked. MY pre-
cious dog My Peterl You've killed
him."
"D--m PeterI" Ned muttered sui
lenly. what are you doing here
Dorothy?
The girl looked at him amazed. Their
at the wagon and Mr.. Dabbs. who had
kept his seat and regaihed control
over the horse. Peter, who had not
been killed, doubled back and wa
now covering against the girl, growl
ing,
Dabbs quietly descended and tool
the box containing the Mannheim or
der from the back of the wagon. Ne'
turned abruptly went toward thu
wagon and climbed to the seat
''Ill deliver the order at the mex
house, Uncle Claude, and come bacl
for you, he announced, and was gon'
before Claude could protest.
The girl, her attractive face painted
like bisque doll, stood staring at thu
rapidly disappearing wagon. Claude
! wisely concluding that he had nothing
to keep him, sbouldered the box and
went toward the house
When he returned few minutes
later, the girl was still standing there
holding the dog and blocking his exit
] Dabbs could see at once that he was
not to escape easily.
mice boy, Ned" Dabbs remarked
warly.
Uncle Claudei" the girl exclaimed
accusingly Are you the late Mrs
Rangeley's brother?"
Mrs 3argeleyI" Dabbs echoed
+ Mean Mrs. Carter, don't you Miss
+ Selden?"
mo, mean Ned Carter Rangeley's
mother"
Ned Carter RangeIey" Dabhs re-
peated. 'You mean my boy Nedf'
4 Then you aren't his real uncleT'
"He has always called me uncle.
though the relationship isn't quite so
close"
Dorothy Selden looked at him
shrewdly. I'm willing to bet every
penny in my purse" and she tangled
the little costly beaded article and
dropped II back into the deep trouser
pocket of her expensive farmerette
+ costume, that you don't know who
/ Loren T.orimer Rangeley Is"
Dabbs could not help his jaw drop
/ ping little. Il do, though" he an
swered quietly enough "He is big