St. Landry democrat., 1888-07-07

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''Good gracious! The cellar door.
"Yes3 Where is it?"
"Mercy me! In the Kitchen - criet
the lips.
| The young man rose slowly and tool
few steps toward the apartment men
TONED, but some way he paused again
Some way those lips behind the bars re
minded him unaccountably of kissing {
child between the banisters, and the
moment he opened the door he would
never see them in that position again
Ii his had been a secular office,
might have had to record most I'M
worthy act, as it was he went into the
kitchen, found the cellar door ant
opened it. Hetty came out flushed ane
GREATNESS, and began to hurry hel
supper. The young man fingered.
"Had you been prisoner many
minutes?" he inquired.
'No," said Hetty, land, gracious
didn't bring up the cream after all.
never shall get supper readyr'
''Let me bring up the cream for you,
said the minister, quickly. Il used tc
help my mother, and | am the one that
Is making all the trouble"
In moment he had appeared with
the forgotten bowl, and was inquiring,
Cant / toast that bread2"
Hetty hardly knew how it was, but in
a few moments Mr.. Compton seemed to
be as much at home in the kitchen and
dining-room as herself, and the two
cooks were on the best of terms.
Hetty decided that Mr.. Compton had
very fine eyes, and Mr.. Compton had
discovered, some time before that Miss
Darrell had beautiful mouth.
Zone would think you had been cook
all your life,' said Hetty, when the
\ toast was at last piled in the dish, and
she began to pour over it the rich
cream.
Il have been for some years." was
| the quiet reply.
| A vivid carnation covered Hetty' s
face and neck. How had she happened
to forget and say such thing9 A flash
of fun shone in the minister's eyes.
81 never made cream toast, how
| ever,n he said, Oatmeal, coffee and an
| occasional chop, was about the extent
OF my culinary labors. l have learned
a new dish, if / am ever reduced to dom
ming the apron.
Hetty did not laugh; her eyes were
full of the softest pity. He noted them
with surprise.
why, don't be sorry" he said. at
was fine exercise, assure you"
But | am sorry" said Hetty. ut
wasn't right; didn't it hinder your
studies?"
Il worked little later into the wee,
sma' hours, perhaps" he said, lightly,
and he stopped the conversation and
carried the cream toast in for her.
Hetty glanced at the clock as she took
her place behind the teapot. George
ought to have appeared by this time
she had forgotten all about him. In
order to atone, she nearly petrifed her
guest by the naughty manner in which
she stared at him and inquired whether
he took sugar and milk. Young Comp
ton in vain endeavored to engage her
in conversation; he wondered how he
could have displeased her.
Tea was over and the dishes washed,
but still George did not come. Hetty
hung the dish-towel ON the nail and
came into the front hall. She stood
listening, but the gate did not click;
there was no step on the porch. When
a young man tells you that he has some
thing particular, very particular, to say
to you, appoints a certain time in which
to say it, and then is tardy, one may
well be vexed. Hetty was growing
angry.
At this moment the door of the par
lor opened and the young minister
came out. He started on seeing Hetty
alone, and, after looking around, APP
preached her.
Miss Darrell he said, "haye I of
Tended you?"
What do you mean?" asked
Hetty.
II thought from your manner at sup
per-"
''Oh! you mustn't judge from my man.
aer, ''gaily interrupted Hetty, perhaps
/ burnt my tongue"
She tilted up her pretty head saucily
and with dimpling smile. She felt no
more conjunction on Georges account,
he deserved furnishing.
II am sorry you burnt your tongue"
said the young gentleman, calmly.
Thanks"
because it. has given me an UNI
comfortable hour, y finished Mr.. Comp
ton. Il hope you won't burn it
again"
Uncomfortable! Nonsense" cried
Hetty.
why did it not cause you to treat |
your father in the same Icelandic man
ner?" inquired Mr.. Compton. '.Are you
very, Gerry sure you burnt itP'
II am very, very sure ! am not in the
least bit offended with you" said Hetty,
holding ont her hand. George deserved
all she could give him by way OF punish
was nearly eight