AT THE CORNER OF LOVERS' LANE
things, and he took down a brace of duelling pistols.
"'I should say,' remarked the other, who was of a practical turn, 'that at this rate he ought to reach town by one o'clock—not earlier.'
"'We'll meet at the little run on the lower road,' said my ancestor, taking out his mask; and with that they separated.
"Each slipped out and got his horse, and stole away at a different time in order to avert suspicion. At just one o'clock they met in the dark hollow where a small stream crossed the lower road that leads into Princeton from Trenton. It has been called Mercer Street since the Revolution."
"Why, that's this street here," put in one of the listeners.
"Yes. I don't know what it was called before General Mercer was killed down there. The little stream back in the hollow is bridged over now. We cross it every time we walk out this way. I always say, 'We'll meet at the little run on the lower road,' when I cross it.
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