Excerpt from The Butterfly House Bridges there were none, except those over which the trains thundered to and from New York, and the adjective, except to old inhabi tants who had a curious fierce loyalty for the place, did not seemingly apply. Fairbridge could hardly, by an unbiassed person who did not dwell in the little village and View its fea tures through the rosy glamour of home life, be called fair. There were a few pretty streets, with well-kept sidewalks, and ambi tious, although small houses, and there weremany lovely bits of views to be obtained, espe cially in the green flush of spring, and the red glow of autumn over the softly swelling New Jersey landscape with its warm red soil to the distant rise of low blue hills; but it was not fair enough in a general way to justify its name. Yet Fairbridge it was, without bridge, or nat ural beauty, and no mortal knew why. The origin of the name was lost in the petty mist of a petty past. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.