The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1881-04-23

P1oUeo 10 arrive at our house that night.
we mad pleasant conversation and 1
went with Mr.. Parker to supper, but
iater IN the evening Mr.. Eugene Flush
my onered me his arm for promenade
anu ~, nnaily escorted me home.
ne next morning, while we were at
breakfast, the door-bell rang and pa
started to answer the ring, our "small
servant not being permitted, on ac-
count OF several Notifying blunders she
nau made, to perform that service any
longer.
NOW Uncle Nat was just eating some
OF mat sliced-apple pie, which he de-
ciared was the very best he had ever
IasGed-he always said that of the piece
ne happened to be eating-and as pa
started for the door he called out, in his
comical way:
Ii it's anybody 10 see me, brother,
INST ask them right in; couldn't think
himself!''
vi course no one supposed for an in
stant there was the least possibility of
ITS being anyone to see him; but it was
Mr.. Flushing, who said he had stopped
on MS way to the train, in behalf of a
friend, Mr.. Parker, to deliver message
to mr.. Nathan L., who he under
stood was visiting us; and if pa didn't
oiurt right out, just like man:
Oh, come right out into the dining
room, Mr.. Flushing, come right out;
we re at breakfast, but never mind that !;
fact is, Brother Nat is trying some Of
NelGe's apple pie, and wouldn't be hired
to leave it.n
There was some proper remonstrance
on the part of the caller, but pa insisted
so queer men always are, you know
and at length out they came; and that
tantalizing Uncle Nat only stood up
moment right in his place, on being in
troduced to Mr.. Flushing, then sat
directly down again and began:
"Must excuse me a moment, my dear
young friend, but this pie is just perfect;
the tlalliest crust, and the apple sliced
so thin and nice, with just enough sugar,
lemon-rind and juice, cinnamon, and
what notch, delicious!" ...
Here ma laughingly interrupted him,
and invited Mr.. Flushing to sit up and
try piece. At first he declined, but
pa, dear, well-meaning old pa, caught
up chair, placed it beside me and said
heartily:
"Yes; come have some of Nellie's
pie; she'll feel sighted I'm afraid, if you
don't"
felt all of a cold tremble. What
would the elegant Mr.. Flushing think,
to be SO unceremoniously receivedp l
asked myself. ....
But to my surprise he replied, almost
sadly:
"Ah, my mother used to make such
pies as those for me in my boyhood, and
l should dearly love to taste them
again." and with most consummate ease
and grace, it seems to me, he took the
chair pa had placed at my side.
My fingers twitched nervously as
cut for him a piece of pie, such as his
mother had often made for him in
his childhood, and it was compliment
enough when, as I helped him to second
piece, he said softly:
"Well, this is, indeed, delicious re-
minder of long missed satisfaction!'
As Mr.. Flushing was about leaving,
pa, and also ma, invited him politely to
call again. How it was 1 hardly knew,
but from that on he began calling, at
first occasionally and then regularly I:
and at last, out from all the rest of our
attractive girls in that populous country
town, he chose me for his companion
through life. -.-
Pa looked very happy about it, and
knew ma felt it was "all for the best, ="
though l often saw tears in her eyes,
and when heard Uncle Nat hilariously
congratulating her upon the prospect OF
having so fine son-in-law, she said,
" Yes; but you know Nellie is our only
daughter!" -."ui. r
Dear ma! did she fancy, I wonder,
that my great love for Eugene was 90.
ing to swallow up all other and longer
attachmentsp If she did, she has learned
differently by this time, hope.
Of course Bessie Wimple called at
once and offered loving congratulations
with affectionate and well-chosen words.
Then she ratified on in her usual, laugh
able style, and asked me if I'd heard
that "Cad Pinkerton had sold all her
fine clothes, and was getting up Dor.
cas- Society,"" which of course neither
she nor nor any one else had heard;
and a few weeks afterward, at fashion
able assembly, Bessie came and told me
that Cad Pinkerton really looked "just
as Sguee. as ever"
One day, soon after the party at the
Flushing's, ma was in a brown study,
and upon my exclaiming, ga penny for
your thoughts" she said, slowly:
"I've been thinking, Nellie, how we'll
you behaved about those apple pies
your father asked you to make the day
of Mrs. Flushing's reception. felt
sorry to hear him ask you TO do it, but
you went about it so cheerfully in the
morning it really did me good to see you
so good and patient, and I've meant ev-
er since to tell you sou
All, my mother knew nothing about
the story my boots told me that after
noon, and to this day I've always felt
very happy about those pies. And Uncle
Nat, dear old man, sin consideration of
my having gratified him so often in the
matter of cakes and pies" most oppor-
timely placed at my disposal a check,
which he said, was to "obhterate all
coming emergencies"
When l became happy wife, a few
months ago, / wore the French kid
boots which told me their plaintive
story, and 1 resolved firmly and prayer
fully never 70 FORGET the whOlesOma