The Brookhaven ledger. (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1875-1883, 1882-02-02
BROOKHAvEN, MISS, THURSDAY. FEBRUARY 2, 1883

discovery that there was scrap
of paper attached to the bit of stem
which remained to the pumpkin.
And this was written on the paper:
Come over tomorrow. Forgive
ness and pumpkin-pies can solace
au injured spirit
How like Tom
! A small dimplc found it's Way to
Pinkie's rosily-yelvct cheek; and
Pinkie's married sister, Flora, a
plump, white, and generally sweet
tempered little woman, came in and
saw it.
Have you and Tom made up?'
she asked.
i haven't answered Pinkie.
Are you going to?
Don't know, pervcrse Pinkie re-
piled.
you are very foolish girl if you
don't said Flora, and l will say he
is too good for you ~
Pinkie scratched her rosy ear
with her hair pin, and smiled at the
pumpkin.
'What do you think she asked,
'of man supposing he could find
balm for his wrongs in pumpkin
pies?
4 should say answered Flora, 'it
the man was Tom, you had better
make the PIES, and make 'em as
good as possible
ooh, you're so awfully practical,
said Pinkie, darting off with her
chestnut name flying.
But all the same, before next
mornings sun had mounted very
high in the heavens, trim little
lady, neatly done up like brown,
paper parcel, in q very large linen
apron. betook herself to the kitchen
and prowled about in the pantry
seeking the sugar, cinnamon, gin,
ger, and all the various ingredients
necessary in the manufacture OF
pumpkin pies.
A sound of the wheels was heard
IN the lane, and Pinkie tripped out
to the porch, the nutmeg CRATER in
her hand, as an elegant buggy rolled
by, driven by Tom Carroll, and
Pinkie dropped the CRATER suddenly
and caught her breath-there was
the stylish cousin beside him. the
plume IN her hat flluttering, and a
faint breath of rose drifting up to
the house.
Pinkie went back to the kitchen
and showed the pumkin in the cor
ner, and flung the nutmegs under
the table and the cinnamon af-
ter them, pulled off her apron and
went into the house.
Mr.. Hatherton met her in the
hall.
'Shan't we take ride, Miss Pin
KEEP he asked. wondering a little at
the sparkle in her eyes, and the deep
bloom in her cheeks.
cali rightn' said Pinkie, and
dashed off up stairs for her habit.
The shadows were falling east
ward from the trees on the lawn
when Pinkic again crossed it on her
way to the house after her ride, her
habit gathered up in her arms and
q cluster of scarlet trumpet-bells in
her belt.
Flora, who was on the STEP. be-
slowed as dark q frown upon her as
her fair, placid countenance was ca
pable of getting up.
You've lost him now for good,
was her first remark.
Lost whom?' quoth PinHie, start
ing with wondering eyes at her SIS
| ter.
Tom, of course! Didn't he stop
in when he came back after taking
his cousin down to catch the train.
and found you gone off with Mr..
Hatherton?
'And-she's gone home? gasped
Pinkie, feeling suddenly guilty.
OF course she's gone home! She
was engaged to the minister, any
way; and you've made nice mess
of it all now"
Flora founced away, looking in
dignant. Pinkie followed her.
Don't you think he will ever
come back?' she asked, meekly.
HIM" said Flora. He may come
to morrow; but only to see John
about his cider mill, mind youn
Pinkie had little appetite for din
ner; even Flora's iam-putfs had nc
charm for her; and her usual arch
ness had so completely disappeared
that Mr.. Hatherton felt called upon
to become injured, and indulge in a
fit of the sulks.
But the moderate bit of hope Flo
"a had held out concerning Toms
possible appearance next day com
forted Pinkie little, and inspired
her with a secret resolution.
Long after the dinner hour was
past, the neat little figure, done NJ
in the big brow n cooking apron
again stood beside the long, white
kitchen table, where arrow of bright
scalloped pie pans were shining
Spices pcrfumed the air, and a doz
en- eggs were piled in cake pam.
The sun was fairly down when
Pinkie set her last fragrant COLDER
complcxioned pie on the window sill
to cool, and stood looking down al
it, absorbed in her own reflections
The queen of hearts, she made
some tarts,' chanted voice behind
her; and, before she knew it, sht
was whirled around, apron and all
in some ones arms and kissed.
They're not tarts,' said Pinkie
when she recovered her breath
But, oh, Tom, how did you. happer
ID come back? l was afraid yor
wouldn't speak to me any more
j 'Ohr said Tom, perhaps
wouldn't have come, If l had mo-
seen some one come ont on the steps
this morning, to see who was goins
by, with her usual curiosity, and
tthen bounce in like little, enraget
yellow, jacket. | suspected which
way the wind blew, and | knew
Flora would tell you the truth whel
l came back; and when / saw th'
! pies just now | knew it wasall right.
And now you'll stay to supper, 0
J conrse?' said Pfnkie.
i OF course said Tom. 1T woult
never do to let all those pies vast
J their sweetness on the desert air.