The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1888-07-06

JnlgnG nave na0 10 recOrQ mOoV un.
worthy act, as it was he went into the
kitchen, found the cellar door and
opened it. Hetty came out flushed and
breathless, and began to hurry her
supper. The young man fingered.
Had you been prisoner many
mimtes?" he inquired.
'.No," said Hetty, sand. gracious
didn't bring up the cream after all. ]
never shall get supper ready!'
'.Let me bring up the cream for you,
said the minister, quickly. Il used to
help my mother, and l am the one that
is making all the trouble"
In moment he had appeared with
tho forgotten bowl, and was inquiring,
Cant ] toast that bread?"
Hetty hardly knew how it was. but in
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 a 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.
81 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 a thing? A fash
of fun shone in the minister's eyes.
II never made cream toast, how
ever" he said, 'oatmeal, coffee and an
occasional chop. was about the extent
of my culinary labors. have learned
a new dish, if l 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. ut
was fine exercise, assure YOU"
but I am sorry" said Hetty. 1T
wasn't right; didn't it hinder your
studies?"
81 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 petrified 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, Gerry 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, shave l Of
Tended you?"
what do you mean?" asked
Hetty.
Il thought from your manner at sup
per"
''Oh! you mustn't Judge from my man.
ner, ''gaily interrupted Hetty, perhaps
l burnt my tongue"
She tilted up her pretty head saucily
and with a dimpling smile. She felt no
more compunction 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 I'M
comfortable hour" 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, rery sure you burnt it,"
Il am very, very sure am not in the
least bit offended with you. )" said Hetty,
holding out her hand. George deserved
all she could give him by way of punish
ment-it was nearly eight.
Thank you," said Walter Compton.
pressing it. us that eight o'clock? I
promised to go to the parsonage this
evening, but l never kept an engagement
with such reluctance"
"You have forgotten your overcoat."
said Hetty, as he took his hat.
The minister flushed to the roots of
his hair. 1T is quite warm, he said,
Il don't need il"
"Yes. You do. it's real damp" said
Hetty, fatty.
He shook his head with an odd laugh.
81 don't really care for it" he said.
He fingered a moment. "Will you be
glad to see me if come back sOon?"
he nurmured, taking her hand again.
Il don't know" whispered Hetty,
drawing away her hand in some confu-
sion, for the hall door was partly open,
and the recreant George was now
ASCENDING the stems