Juniata sentinel. [volume] (Mifflintown, Pa.) 1846-1873, 1867-02-20

odor Of burning trout almost drove me
back. Bu: determined to save them, |
seized the pan, dropping it the instant
after with cry of pain. The red hot
handle lad crisped my hand to the bone
the Kissing grease and burned fish few in
every direction, spelling my pretty oil
cloth and soiling MY new evening wrap
per beyond al! redemption. In the mean.
time the coffee was foaming over, and the
rolls were burning to Goals, and every in
slant the srlyc, which | had literally
crammcd with wood was increasing its
heat fell if | should 80 mad. Every
attempt !! u.ade to rescue MY supper lett
It's marx upon ny poor hands aud, too
cap ,ho climax, in the very hea, Of the
fray there cane L rap at TIE door. |
sn.,othed ny hair. and wiped the perspi
:. ion from my face, hurried ont. The
conner war no Other than aun. b.ir,-.
If I ever gave uttorauco to anything
Ike profanity in ny heart, ! feel e"re
that iiii;niie Justice will not hoIl me nc.
ooun,ajle; for there are moments in lie.
| think. when We sin Involuntary
because our souls are too weak, toe sorely
tried to hclpit.
Aunt Deb5ie followed NE into the par
or, removed her shawl and bonnet, smooth
Cd down her six sproa, anu took out her
rollvf knitting.
II heard Dorcas had left you," she said,
in her pleasantest, even voice, "and
thought I'd drop in and see if you wanted
help"
"No, no." broke out, passionately; a
can do we'll enough myself. I'm cookin =
supper now. Sit down here, please Owen
will be home directly"
She acquicsccd, and | hurried back to
the kitchen. Owens pointer was help
ing himself to the scattered trout. | gave
him a punch that sent him limping out
on three legs, and then rushed q. the
stove. The FIRE had gone down, and the
ioauuins coffee zubsided and the heavy,
black topped rolls smoked in the oven
But | had no time to waste in repining
1t was almost six O'clock, and my hus
band was a pungtual man.
| went to work and gathered up the
broken fish, placing them on dish aud !
pealing off the burnt skin; then | select
cd the best of the rolls, and set myself
about my spanish buns. l lad seen
Dorcas make them, and | followed her
example 10 the letter. As the stove was
moderately warm, they baked pretty fairly,
and l dried my eyes, and began to Sc,
the table with something Ike reviyiug
hope. Six O'Clock found everything in
and my handsome husband in
his seat, with his Old fyicaI on enc hand,
and Aunt DcDbie on the other
These are capital trout, Wat" he said
as he helpaa him to them. Il ordered
them purpose'y when | heard you Were
in town. d. them justice, now; and
take a roIl-my vile is famous for max
Tag good bread
could heas my heart palpitate, end
my hand tremblcd so that eoald scarcely
pour out the muddy, unsettled coffee
Mr.. Seymour put out his small delicate
hand and took roll, broke off its black
.op, glanced at its heavy, spouey middle,
lud pushed it aside. Ii was rather heavy
he thought, and he was compelled to
avoid everything indisestible, he was 50
prone to dyspepsia. Oven swallowed
bitter mouthful o. burned trout with
look of excessive annoyance.
The rolls aro heavy" he said; "your
yeast must have failed, Mag; but try
2un, Wat-Mag makes prime buns
Mr. Seymour took one, tasted it, and
aid it beside his roll! Owen, who had
AIKEN one, also, looked up in utter aston :
ahment. /
"Why, Mag?' i
"WeIl, what now retortci, pettishly.
. 1--WE made mistake, child" said
unt Dcbbie, quietly; you've put salt in
cur buns instead Of sugar. Wait a mo-
lont, Mr.. Seymour. ",ill / SLICE some :
Old bread" a
She rose with gentle dignity, while l
ttorly unable to control ny feelings, :
urst into tears.
Maggie" said my husband, severely, :
if yoa're going 10 act like child, you'd
,etter 60 to your room.
| needed no second hint. The next c
instant found me in my own chamber,
md the door double locked. | was too 6