The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1874-12-03

Buferng.
There was a look of power about this
woman's face that affected almost every
one in the same manner. That she
could be a good friend, all instinctivefy
felt: that she could become bitter
enemy, did the object prove unworthy,
vas quite as apparent.
She could thaw those whom she wish
cd to cultivate, and freeze those uniUcky
enough to come under the ban Of her
diaplessure, ID the very same breath.
4 fash of those wondrously Large and
besutiiff III eyes, and g simple curl of the
still full and rosy lips, were quite SUI
fciea. to tell the whole story.
In sickness, 10 hand was SO tender
and willing as Hrs. Haroourt's; in mis-
fortune, in poverty, her house was al
ways open, her purse ever ready; but
for the troubles that spring from wrong
doing, she had neither sympathy nor
patience; and her neighbors knew her
900 well to endeavor TO interest her In
any case where had been the slightest
deviation from the straight and narrow
path OF rectitude.
The lady seated herself st the head
of the table, giving Betty al srprecis-
tive smile es she took in, with one
sweeping glance, the exquisite nestness
and order which prevailed on every
side.
''Why, Betty" said she, with
smile, what IN the world is this
P1mpkin-pio for tea That is an in
novation."
"WeN, now, Mrs. Haroourt, that pie
acoat}d come on the table anyhow. [
trie3 two Or three times to make it IN
derstsnd that faint the proper thing to
do; but, you see, 7 hsin't baked but two
fact was, tomorrow being Thanksgiv
ing, Ifeltunusrsl particular, and thought
To just Ike to have you al express an
opinion about 'em and then, you see,
csn bake the rest of the stuff tomorrow
morning In jify."
'sBett desires An opinion expressed
about her punkin-pies, Bell" laughed
Mrs. Rarconrt, as her daughters en-
tered.
''Oh, Betty, 7 can est e whole one my
SELF replied Belle, stopping over the
artisticaIly Drowned affair, as if about to
prove her words by Immediately dis
posing of it.
why. Belle r exclaimed her sister
Grace, Chow can you behave in such
hoyGenish manner2"
''Hoydenish, is it, TO admire this rich
golden brown? Hoydenish to have an
appetite? Mother, I never thought of
it before, but there is certain poetic
charm about pumpkin-pies. The shade
and the shape ia short, the whole artistic
makeup, from the. fence Of Hsky crust
to the yellow pulp which Betty IN
derstands so well to bring together,
is an exquisite piece Of poetry. Help
me, mother, quickly2 Don't you see
am starving p
Mrs. Harcourt smiled at her dAugh-
ter's enthusiasm.
Grace silently slipped her tea, evident
~ good deal bored, and just then pa
ter families entered, and the bright tea
room grew several shades brighter as he
drew up to the table.
Everybody loved Judge H.,court,
just as everybody respected his wife.
No two individuals could be more un-
like in character than this psir, who had
walked harmoniously side by side for
twenty five long years. Outside of their
domestic life there was hardly subject
concerning which they cherished similar
ideas.
Mrs. HarcouTt was rigid Presbyter
ian--the Judges religion the broadcast
eclecticisIn; and the strangest part Of all
was that in this matter Of creeds they
both agreed to disagree so perfectly that
there never WAS the slightest perceptible
ripple on these two totally dissimilar
theological surfaces.
"Where Is William 2" asked the Judge
noticing the vacant place at his wife's
right hand.
I'm sure I don't know" replied
Mrs Harcount Didn't I hear him
talking with you, Betty, short time
ago2"
''1es'm," answered Betty; 'and I
guess he's gone to the Squire's, At any
rate, saw him go down the road"
81 believe our Will is bewitched,'
broke in Belle, posing piece of pump
kin pie on her fork, and holding it off a
way to admire.
"Why, Belle" said Grace, with lit
tie shudder.