Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1885-09-16

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neus ~ udppens 10 De q TennySOI
mood"
=" Maud, perceive"-so remarkine
as she hands me the book.
Somehow really do not quite know
now 1t happens, but we sit down, and
l begin reading to them. People say
That l read well, and l have an innate
convection that tends to confirm the
popular verdict. l know l acquit my
self creditably tonight, for 1 see the
bright eyes grow very luminous, anG
even Arthur throws away his cigar In
order to listen more intently. In ac-
cordance with my request, Mrs. Plltor
sings BATH, Bdtti, from the inviting
looking heap before her. This suits
her fresh soprano admirably, and she
renders 1t with just the mingling of CO.
querry and contritlon that l have eveI
attributed to my ideal Zerline but bave
never before heard. By a natural
transition LA CT ddren" suggests it.
self, and We suddenly discover that our
voices accord most delightfully."-. Were
IN town, | should in all probability be
listening to Patti and Maurel in that
identical duet, but / quite think
that the present performance pleaseS
me more
Later on, when my hostess has re.
tired, leaving us to the enjoyment of q
quiet smoke, Arthur asks triumph.
antly-
Now, my boy, after tonight you'll
agree with. me in thinking bachelor.
hood the greatest mistake going, won't
you?"
Arthur" reply very gravely, "you
add insult to injury. After appropria.
ting the incest woman in the three king,
dOms, you actually ask fellow if bach
elorhood is mlstakei My dear friend
it is the only alternative you leave us
after seeing your wifer'
by Jove," laughs he, in high glee,
''that's not half badl IN tell Kate that
to-night.l''
Irrespectively of all iesting, think
to myself that my hostess cannot be ap-
preciated by Arthur-in fact Il inward
ly resolve that she is to good for him.
My Sunday passes delightfully."-, and,
as natural result, most speedily. Over
the fields to church in the morning,
baby-worship in the afternoon, and de-
sultory conversation in the evening
that is the routine.
1t is with a feeling unaccountably
resembling regret that on Monday NOR
ming, at breakfast, realise that it is
the last meal of which | am to partake
at Roselands.
"Pilton." observe, as, with hear
tier appetite than remember since my
schoolDoy days, l make alarming in
roads upon a delicious compound that
chances to be before me, ''you are for
tunate in being blessed with one of
the most essential elements to man S
contentment here below; you are pos
sessed of an excellent cook. This is
simply unrivaled"- L indicate the
contents of my plate.
''Do you really like it so much Mr..
BirdP" asks my young hostess, as she
beams on me from behind the glittering
urn.
She looks fresh and glowing with
beauty as she sits there arrayed in her
| crisp morning muslin, the daintiest of
which is enhanced by cluster of daz-
zling scarlet geraniums, which, together
Will iCaNOof oSShA w oopPit
the place of brooch.
ut is simply perfect, L assure you,
Mrs. Pilton. So many delicious fla
vors seem just suggested, and yet they
are so delicatly blended that it is I'M
possible to say which preponderates-a
culinary poem, if may be permitted
the expression"
Husband and wife exchange laugh
ing glances.
Congratulate Arthur, please Mr.
Bird, upon the dual blessings of wife
and cook combined. L made it, and
We cali it Kate Pilton's pasty'!"
l endeavor to look the admiration ]
feel.
s'If ever discover lady kind enough
to rescue me from the slough OF bache
lorhood, may / ask for the receipt? /
shall beg for it in the name of Mrs.
Bird-now unknown"
eMy dear fellow" exclaims Arthur,
"you might just as well ask her gra-
cious Ma esty Queen Victoria to pre-
sent you with the largest diamond from
her regalia; you are just about as likely
to get itl''
THE receipt Is an heirloom" ex-
plains Mrs. Pilton, land known only
to members of our own family. / even
send cook out of her kitchen during
the manufacture of that particular. 1t
descended from my great-great-g great
grandmother, and has remained unal-
tered ever since.
Sand, in the ruinOusly radical days
Of so-called reform that are drawing
upon us, trust that 1t will remain I'M
altered to the end of the chapter; may
no innovation be introduced here!" |
reply, helping myself again to the
pasty.
"Your appreciation delights me, Mr..
Bird. I am more sensitive on that
subject than on my rendering of 'Bdtti,
BATH do you know?"
Naturally so. Others may vainly try
TO emulate you in that charming song;
but none can even attempt the auda-
city of rivallIng you here"
81 am so vain about it," replies my
hostess merrily, that your compliments
extreme though you may think them, |
receive as only fitting tribute. L am
sorry to deny the receipt to the future
Mrs. Bird" she adds archiy; but l
ever mean to be the sole manufacturer
so, whenever you taste that pasty. no
matter the time or place, remember
Kate Pilton Is nearl'
"Then l sincerely hope that l shall
most speedily taste it againw | say,
with earnestness that seems almost de-
vout.
My visit to the Roseland has been a
thing of the past for very long while
now. For many months it remained
pleasant green spot In my memory; but
gradually the mists of time have al
most obscured it, and at the present
moment my recollections of it are of
but shadowy nature. This is perhaps
partly owing to the brevitv of my visit,
partially the result of my being inten-
sely occupied since then, and also great
ly attributed to the fact that Arthur
and have drifted apart. l have not
heard of him for quite two years, and
L have not the leisure even to regret the
After the usual amount of study, L
have been chilled to the bar, and am
now a barrister-and not a briefless one
Some attribute my success to high con-
nections in influential quarters, Others
to my natural qualifications and address
l prefer to attribute to the latter. Either
way, here l find myself, the head of a
hachelor establishment in