, 1876-09-08
That HOms-A1ads Ice Cream.


GOOD gracious, mari" said Angelica
Crane to her overworked parent, at
nightfall of a memorable day-a day
that marked the beginning Of the young
Squire's Christmas holidays at home,
and every minute of it crammed and
crowded with labor for the entertain
ment in his honor at the Crane home
stead-''good graciousl you amt going
to have some homemade cream, sure
lyP" The young lady's nose, which
was exceedingly retrousse already, was
perched high in the air with disdain.
eff there's anything can't abide, she
said, ''its frozen corn starch; and that's
all you can make of homemade cream
any way you fix It'll"
'Hold your tongue, Angy." said her
mother; you're the most onfeelin'
creetur / ever see. You'd have me har-
ness up the team and drive away to town
and pay out mint of money, when I
Kin Just as uol hev it for nothin'.
Hain't we got prime new freezer, and
cream, and eggs and ice, without its
costin' . cent? What more do you
want?'
"a prime new freezerl" scornfully
echoed Angy. "You'n want half q
dozen Of EMP
"Well, can't borry emp" said her
prudent parenb
"And who's going to hang over emp"
said the young lady, whose stay at
boarding school had not obliterated the
home dialect. 'They need to be turn
ed and turned, and everybody's worn
out. It's nearly time to dress now, and
you want little coolin' off yourself.
You're as red as beet"
''I1l stay II can be of any service,
said voice in the doorway.
"Why, Sally, ," said Mrs. Crane, "you
viii want to return home and dress,
won't you?"
"Oh, I'd rather not, )" said the voice,
this time trembling little. 81 don't
feel fit for any fun, Mrs. Crane. 1t
don't seem to me ! ever will again"
81 s'pose not, deary," said the farm
er's wife, with an expression of pity,
mingled with relief. It'll be dreadful
convenient to hev you stay, Sally, if you
kin. There's q power to do yet, and
only one pair O. hands to do it. / s'pose
you wouldn't keer to 60 up in the par
lor; but the freezers1l be IN the cellar,
and the heater keeps It nice and warm
down there; and while you're a-makin'
the cream you kin listen to the music,
and hear the noise and all. It'll come
kind o nice 70 you in that way, won't it
Sallyg''-.
"Good life, mari" laughed the viva
cious daughter; sis that what you call
niee2 It reminds me of the little hun
cry boy who went to smell the steam at
the pastry cooks" tt
"You don't know nothin' about the
way Sally feels" !" said Mrs. Crane, "nor
1 don't think you could if you tried.
believe you'd dance and whsle about
before the grass took root over your
grave; but Sally lovod hern,
poor child, and she can't help thinkin'
Of the poor schoolmaster lyin' out there
in the snow, when here he was, only
bit ago, as slick and smart as anybody.
Its no KNOWN whose turn it'll be
next?" s15t--.--
Whether the good woman had any
reason of her own for thus dwelling
upon a melancholy subject, it decided
poor little Saly's aversion for the mer-
~ making, and put to fight the gay An
gelica who was In no humor for red
eyes and noses, when the young Squire
would shortly come, and it behooved
these features to be at their best.
But Sally fell to sobbing outright.
not giving thought to the deleterious
effects of tears upon her beauty, al
though once upon time it was bright
and bonny enough to ensnare the young
Squire himself. Long ago, when he
drew her to school on his handsome
sled, he made many a stumble over the
ice in looking back upon the sweet face