St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1889-11-16

Isabel Copeland-who. by the way. hai
been trained in her role by the fail
hostess; for some body must say these
sweet convenient little no,hings, and
Isabel had such a gracefully-uncon
scious way with her. Dear Gennie
is this your bread?"
''Of course" smiled the hostess
Mr. Beverly. l really forget whethe,
you take cream and sugar or not"
Cream. ii you please; no sugar"
said the bachelor, with rather a be.
wildered expression Of countenance.
But did you really make it your.
self" said Isabel, persistently sweet.
II made it myself this very after.
noon." said Miss Doty.
'.Bread-making is ore OF dear Gen.
nie's especial accomplishments" said
Mrs. Doty.
The bachelor drank his tea without
knowing whether it was Young Hyson,
Gunpowder or Oolong; and when the
meal was over he went out into the
veranda, where the little black girl.
who had been tanning them with pea.
cocks feathers during the banquet,
was amusing herself by eating the
broken bits of cake.
"Hello"' said the bachelor. bring
ing his hand down on Betsy's shoul.
der.
II didn't done stole 'em. massa,'
whimpered Betsy. curling herself up
like human caterpillr. .Dey was
done glib me-ebery Dressed cake"
''LOOk here" said the bachelor.
There's misunderstanding some
where"
''Sah?" said Betsy.
''Who did make that bread?" said
Mr.. Beverly. 1.-The bread we had for
tea-light as q feather, whittier than
lilies. sweet as honey"
Dat yar? said Betsy. "Why. Mis-.
Mary Bloom, ub course. She alters
makes de bread in dis house,
"YOu are sure it wasn't Miss Doty?"
Betsy broke into a schrill chuckle.
''Golly!' she squeaked; Miss Gen.
nie!-she nebber done come into the
kisshen! Miss Gennie!-she couldn't
make bread any more dan a fox could
make johrny-cake.-he! he! her'
The bachelor whistled long and low.
''Ah! said he. 81 think l begin tc
understand"
Mary Bloom was sitting in the shad.
CIV of the honeysuckle vines, weary
and worn out Oh in the distance the
merry notes OF the piano sounded. the
light steps Of the dancers keeping time.
while the shadows of the merryma-
kers crossed and recrossed the case
ments. How lonely and dewy and
misty it was out there! How happy
they must be in that cool, lighted
Mary" uttered a low voice.
''AIr. Beverlyr'
She sprang to her feet with little
shrek.
did I frighten you?" he asked,
NO" she answered, trying to laugh.
"It-it was SO sudden. didn't think
of any one being out here. How did
you find mc?''
Betsy told me you had come out
here" said the bachelor. MARY. that
bread was delicious"
''Was it?" with dimples and snjles
only half visible in the tremulous star.
light.
1--WE always said," mcditatively
went on Mr.. Beverly. 'rhat l never
would marry woman who could not
make good bread. l wonder if the
dear little woman who can make good
bread would marry me?"
Mary said nothing. She only hung
iown her head. But Mr.. Beverly, as
ne took her hand in his. could feel it
remb!e like a leaf.
ut is for you to answer. Mary" said
he. Il have loved you these many
weeks"
Il thought fancicd it was Gene
'ieve," futtered Mary, ''that you
ikedr'
did you ever know a man to pluck |
! gaudy tulip when he could select q
'osebud?" said Mr.. Beverly. NO, no,
title Mary. want you! May l have
ny hearts dcsire?"
Mary did not say eyes" but she GER
ainly didn't say no. And there can be |
10 sort of doubt but that mattera made |
understood very well. Be-
ause when she returned to the house |
he wore a sparkling diamond ring on
he forefinger OF her left hand.
And we have every reason to sup
'ose that Mr.. Beverly had good bread
,aked in his household all the rest OF |
lis life.-Amy Randolph. in N. Y.
.edger.