Bozeman avant courier. [volume] (Bozeman, Mont.) 1872-1882, 1876-04-28
PRESERVING PEACHES.
BY HELEN FORREST GpAvEs.
hltty BLOSSOM was making peach Dre

q Kitty BIosso.h was making peach pr
2 sarv.s.
Ih re is great del Of romance
10 housekeeping. .fter all, # only q,
o thoroughly comrrehends tseins md OFT
!, A. least you woul have thought sC. ,fy,
~ could have peered. that golden Auyy
morning. INTO The wild cool B;osao
< kitchen. with lis easements Swallowed /
q hearts -sh ped morning giors vi iIes and IL
silver gr en- tendrils If clustering hops
and sen pretty Kitty, with her hi
dimlty kitch' n-apron on, and her cur
tied "oduettishy up in pocket N,ndkel
chef. while Bridget. the "hired help
uhey didn't talk about s. rvant- or miss
tr'sses in that republican locality. wa
busy. al her rigtt hand, pec.,ng the Grim
lson coat = benuties, whose doom was III
preserving kettle.
Kitty Blossom was bruntttc-a spark
ling. dark eyed girl, with clear DIV
skin, where the rosy flush Of perfect healtI
hung out its banners on either cheek. an,
"A low forehead. tringed with i-tty riag
o1 hair. Ald there was deep dimpe II
each Of her pretty bare elbows. and
third signaling to them from TIER chin
altogether NJ IS KHty Bios ON wa
very pleasant to look upon rs She stood b,
the kitchen range. half balanced on on,
foot. SO as to keep an eye ~ H.. bubblins
treasures of the kettle. AID held BIZ
wooden spoon in her hand.
| l think Tins first lot will have boilet
enough in about five minutes. Bridget
said Kitty, With the mir Of an GRACE. u
thcs''- Dear me, Mr.. Gor1on how 70,
frightened me!
She q nearly dropped the wooden
spoon into the kettle as She saw hand
some, bearded face. framed a. il wa u
hop-ltaves ind morning glory CUPS. at the
window
| beg your pardon, Miss Kitty. I'm
sure, said Hayncs Gordon, apol eetically
But | was thinking that, as it is such a
delightful morDI g, perhaps you would
Ike to ride up to RiDgwood Fills.
Much obliged to you, said Kitty; dili
gently STUNNING The kettle; TIT We are
preserving peaches to-day, and it's u
thing td which J always give MIA rersonal
eunnrvisinn.
Hang the peaches cried Mr.. Gordon.
You won't say hat when you ST.. them
on the table at tea, next winter, said Kit
ty, with roug>h twinkle in her eyes
And Mr.. Gordon Withdrew his face
from its flutierlng green frame. and
went his way, somewhat cres fall n
The ring Of his footsteps had hardy
died away along the elm shaded loa !,
when a tap came to the other side Of the
door, and in walked Mr. Joseph Ry rso.,
Good-morning SAID Mr. Rytrson, VI d
an air which said, You can't possibly fail
OF being glad TO sc me!
Good -morning! sid Kitty, with one
eye on the clock. that w'nked sagcy 1T
her behind its green mist Of asparag US
Iboughs:
The girls have got Up 4 f'shifg party to
Mountain Brook, this morning. said Mr.
Ryersup. helping himself to IA big, velvet.
sided peach ana we shall be delight d #
you will accompany US. I've got tie bug
gy at the door. and
Oh, it, quite impossible! said Kitty.
Bridget, come and lift he kct Ic off the
fire, please! You Sc, am preserving
Can't the preserving W il?
With the fruit in the kettle ard the
sugar measure d out? that's all a man
kt ow> about housekeeping said Kitty,
with dislrac1iEg loss of the pretty head,
that was tied up in tne po, ket handker-
chief You'll have to 90 without me tins
morning.
And SO sweetheart humber two retreat
e in discomfi ure, and Miss Blossom
went vigorously about thu SIX Of mra
suring the luscious fruit into q ba'taIion
of self-sea'i' jars. singing as size worked
The fishi 4 party to Mountain Brock
must h We terminated At an unwone e !ly
carly hour and it stands to reason that
Mr. Haynes Gordon's business at Ring
wood Fails was not Of tedious ma ure.
for a. half-past seven, upon tn t self>alne
ev. ming, they both met IN Kitty Blossom g
parlor But Kitty. usually 50 merry, Was
disconsclate.
It's my diamond ring. that poor dear
s,a bought me the las thing before he
died. said she, with y sparkl le Of tears un
der her jetty eyelashes I've lost il.
Lost II? Impossible! said Mr.. Ryerson
Lost il? TOW? chiincd in Mr. Gordon.
I'm sure ! aven't the least idea. fal
tered poor Kitty Oh. l would give any
thing in the world to have il agair!
Anything! repeated Mr.. Ryerson, mark
edly.
Yes, anything! Su-th re---nows said
Kitty. with sudden burst OF petu!ance.
It srems almost ~ il y part Of .pa's love
was gone from me:
And she dissolved into tears.
If,hat ling is above Erou' d. I'll find
lit, said Haynes Gordon. vxl'antly. as ht
walked away from the Blossom Cottagt
lin the vivid harvest moonlIgh hi.
No. you'll not, said Mr.. Ryerson
whisking off the top of an ambitious ciumt
OF ..asies with his cane.
| Eh? said Mr.. Gordon.
Bee .use mean 10 ffni il myself s.id
Mr.. RyersOn. with The c0mpisccnt or ol
one who thoroughly believes in himself.
And the next morning he hired foul
little boys to rake he croqnet gio4nd u
four differ nj directions. p Ill Bridget .tbs