The Hillsdale standard. [volume] (Hillsdale, Mich.) 1851-1909, 1878-12-10

a man Of his talents to bury himself il
an obscure village"
"Of course he will, wrote TO hin
that i would show him perfect house
tomorrow, Mrs. Jones. 50 be prepar
ed for explorations OF all your premises
every water-pipe will be examined o
course they are always spotlessly clean
bat thought l would warn you-and
keep your pretty cook out OF the Wa,
for want Frank to thinx Mrs. Jonel
the prettiest woman in the house. a
any rate
Another thanksgiving had 5awned
bright and clear.
Polly looked wistfully out Of the
easement window of the house in Twen
ty-fifth street. She would have liked
to join the throng OF richly dressed
people crowding 10 hear the new min
ister, called to the church around the
corner.
The dinner hour was FIVE, so she
could have found time to go, but since
she had been serving in her new capac
ity il was only great effort that she
compelled herself To go out TO buy
necessary clothing. She watched little
Mrs. Jones trail down the steps in an
elegant velvet walking suit, leaning on
her husbands arm. Polly wiped a
mist from her eyes, and, concluding
the front window was not good for her
she went back To the kitchen and
warbled little song 10 cheer herself.
And the canary in his cage took mp the
song, and no harsh voice silenced him.
The poor child always comforted her.
self with the thought that her present
menial position was only temporary;
she only assumed il until she could
find some other way to make living.
Mrs. Jones was very sweet and kind,
kinder than any one she had lived with
during the year. She really had some
thing to be thankful for.
Feeling that she must not indulge in
repining on such day, Polly summon
led her brightest thoughts, and even a
dimple or two peeped ont as she
thought of that happy morning over
the pies, and of her absurd mistake.
81 suppose he and Melissa are mar
ried long since. OH if could only
hear him speak once morel"
The morning slipped away, and Pol
ly was surprised when she heard them
coming home from church.
Again she was making pumpkin pies.
Mrs. Jones had said: OIL do You
make good old-fashioned pumpkin piesi
Mr.. Jones thinks there is nothing more
delicious and i know he would like to
have some on Thanksgiving day."
So now the new cook stood beside
the table with her curls tucked under a
somewhat coquettish little cap, long,
demure apron on, aud her sleeves roll
ed up. Presently she heard steps and
laughing voices in the passage, the
door opened. aud she looked up sur
prised. with her sitter in her hands.
Mrs. Jones was holding her long velvet
skirt around her. aud saying: "Tom
- such goose; he thinks nobody evet
had such house, aud be will drag you
from garrett to cellar. l hope you don't
mind"
Receiving no answer. she turned and
looked at her guest. He was standing
in front Of Polly, who crimson and
trembling. was letting the flour dribble
down on the floor. "Can il be posi-
ble! he said. huskily; "can il be pos
sible that / have found youl Oh. Pei
ly thank Heaven. have found YOU
/ had almost lost hope" And right
there, before the astonished eyes OF
Mr.. and Mrs. Jones, the houry arms OF
their new cook went round the minis
ter's neck, and she was sobbing on his
immaculate coat. "Bct aren't you
married 10 Melissa" came from the
depths Of the coat. The minister
smiled at this well timed question.
81 have never contemplated such q
thing for a moment, he Answered; 81
have never loved any one but you,
Polly, since the morning / overheard
your aunt abusing yon, and caused
you TO put pepper In the pies. You
bore IL all so meekly and patiently that
though / had only admired You before
I loved you from that moment"
isn't it the most romantic thing
you ever heard OFF, said little Mrs.
Jones that night TO her husband
Just think Of our cook marrying
Frank" and she laughed gleefully
But she was always such a darling,
felt like kissing her the first time / evei
saw her. She shall be married frou
here. and the parsonage is ever 81
much handsomer than this house.
think il is the most charming thing
that ever occurred.
Tom, selfish man, made a wry face
"I can't say am altogether delighted
Some other woman might have suiteC
Frank just as well, aud am afraid w
will never find another cook who cal
make such glorious pumpkin pies. -
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