Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1881-01-12

fiGht iof hei iioih hVW WV ""'"''"'
A saint would grow lawless with you
10 read his future for him, Belsey
must know the real ginewine truth o
lIyin', and shell see TO It that she
does" she added, as she set the cake
tins, now filed with the delicious
compound, on the broad mantel'Pleef
10 readiness for the oven and lighting
a candle, went with emphasis N hei
tread down the cellar stairs,
Belsey had pressed the last fold In
to the handsome homemade demas''
and opened q drawer near Aunt
Polly to deposit the ironing sheet aud
holder giving her the while such q
wocinl glance rs greatly touched the
old lady, who was tain to comfort
her.
"Dont say too mucl, she murmur'
ed, "your mas as sot ~ u stun boat
aud as quick as a rate day. Only bt
patient and il all may turn out bettern
you think.
Bctsey's determined little face grew
scarlet even TO her hair, aud hearing
her mothers returning footsteps she
fitted into the bnttry 10 avoid her
searching gaze.
Widow Remington,s bnttry was
OF the ideal New England ORDER
Secured shelves, spotless aud white;
rows OF milk paus, in which the cream
had set in rich yellow folds n host
ofjugs and jars ranged round the low
er shelf; the cookey crock the arti-
choke and cucumber keg the picked
peppers; the round OF dried beet the
high shelf Of cheese, Aanked at one end
with honey and the other with jelly
and preserves and the handy and
humble corner for cold vlcluals.
As Mrs. Remington came in and
deposited the pitcher of current wine
for pies in progress, .Betsey stord at
tho cupboard at its far end. apparent.
y absorbed in reviewing and wlpin 6
the china plates, while her thoughts
went wandering out into the unknown
world 'insearch of beloved form and
face.
And so the long morning went by
in the pleasant, thrifty kitchen till the
house hold affairs reached most hap
py climax. The kitchen was sweet
with straying odors, and the ease of
culinary compounding was something
wonderful to witness. There was 10
touch in New England cookery un-
known to Mother Remington and she
managed the situation like one to the
manor born.
"Tury, Ketury,' called Mrs. Rem
ingtop. without stopping her beating
Of eggs, to a little girl sporting with
Rover in the door yard. "See if
Ration is out to the corn house, and
tell him to come and clear the oven
out for rue. By the time he's swept
it out I shall be ready to set in. Tell
him to bring along the oven broom.
Pick up your sun bonnet ; don't let
Rover claw ii inter tlinters. Here's q
bunch O. raisins and n piece O cake
for ye. I'll hand it through the pan
try window"
"Certain it does beat all how Hetty
takes to that child" soliloquized Aunt
Polly as she hung the silver cloths to
dry on the stoop. "No wonder poor
Roxy Harris died easy when she'd
lodged her little gal with Hetty. She
never humored one O hern so, nor
thought O letting anybody else, / can
see that sister Remington fails every
day"
',;stsy," called her mother, "lve
'sot IN and shall leave the cleanih' up
Tor you to look after while watch the
baking. Bring down my best ging-
ham and get me my broad white linen
apron, and bring 'em to my bed room
while I'm slickin' up, and get my
spectacles out the stand drawer and
lay the weekly paper along with EN-.
You'll find it under the p'ller to the
settle I bev to hide it (apologetic-
ally); 'if / don't its all read to pieces
afore I get to it,
Betsy dutifally supplied her
mothers wants; and as if to concill-
ate her, Mrs. Remington said.
"You're a good girl, Betsey, but
it's my bouuden duty to keep you
from Hyin' up into the face o Provl-
dence. Girls need sight o anmon.
ishin'."
In an incredibly short time after,
the dishes were all in place and IA
tio's wife, living near, came in to DO
her accustomed part aud the white
pine floor was sanded to high de-