The Columbus journal., 1882-06-14

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 be.
| side him, the plume in her hat f1utterino
and a faint breath of rose drifting up to
the house.
Pinkie went back to the kitchen and
showed the pumpkin into q corner, AMI
flung the nutmegs under the table and
the cinnamon after them, pulled off her
apron and went into the house.
MI. HathertOn met her i'm the hall.
"Shan't we take a ride, Miss Pinkie?"
he asked. wondering a little at the
sparkle in her eyes and the deep bloom
in her cheeks.
"All right" said Pinkie. and dashed
up stairs for her habit.
The shadows were falling eastward
from the trees on the lawn when Pinkie
again crossed it on her way to the house
after her ride, her habit gathered up in
her arms, and a cluster Of scarlet trum-
pet-bells in her belt
"Flora, who was on the step, be-
slowed as dark a frown upon her as her
fair, placid countenance was capable of
getting up.
you've lost him now for good"
was her first remark.
Lost whom?" quoth Pinkie, staring
with wondering eyes at her sister.
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-and she's gone home"
gasped Pinkie. feeling suddenly guilty.
"Of course, she's gone home. She
was engaged to the minister. anyway;
and you've made a nice mess of it all
now"
Flora flounced 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
tomorrow. but only to see John about
the cider-mill, mind your
Pinkie had little appetite for dinner;
eve Flora's jam puffs had no charm for
her; and her usual archness had so COM
pletely disappeared that MIR. Hatherton
felt called on to become injured, and
INDUCED in a fit of sulks.
DuL luc ulDucTolc I'LL Vi HOpt IOT6
had held out concerning Toms possible
appearance ON the next day cOmforted
Pinkie a little. and inspired her with q
secret resolution.
Long after the dinner hour was past
the neat little figure, done up in the big
brown cooking apron, again stood be-
side the long. white kitchen table, where
a row of bright, scalloped pie-pans were
shining. Spices perfumed the air, and
q dozen egg were piled in q cake pan.
The sun had fairly gone down when
Pinkie set her last fragrant. golden
c%omplcxiOned pie in the windOwsi1 to
cool. and stood looking down at it,
absorbed in her OWL reflections.
"The queen of hearts. she made some
tarts," chanted a voice behind her. and
before she knew it she was whirled
around. apron and all. in some ones
arms and kissed.
They're not tsrts." said Pinkie,
when she recovered her breath. '.But
oh, Tom. how did you happen to come
back? 1 was afraid you wouldn't speak
to me any more"
"Oh," said Tom. .'perhapsI wouldn't
have come if l had not seen some one
come u on the steps this morning, to
see who was going by. with her usual
curiosity, and then bounce in like a
little enraged yellow-jacket. 1 IS
pected which way the wind blew, and l
knew Flora would tell you the truth
when l came back; and when l saw
the pies just now l knew it was all
right"
"And now you'll stay to supper, of
c~ourse?" said Pinkie.
"Of course" said Tom. lit would
never do to let all those pies waste their
sweetness on the desert ANN Y.
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