The Grenada gazette. (Grenada, Miss.) 1885-18??, 1889-10-04

Isabel Copeland-who, by the way, had
been trained in her role by the fair
hostess; for some body must say these
sweet. convenient little nothings, and
Isabel had such a gracefully-uncon-
scious way with her. dear Gennie,
Is this your hread?"
'Ot course" smiled the hostess
"Mr. Beverly, I really forget whether
you take cream and sugar or mott
Cream, if you please; no sugar."
said the bachelor, with rather be.
wildered expression of countenance.
''But did you really make it your.
seJ2" said Isabel, persistently sweet.
81 made it myself this very after.
noon," said Miss Doty.
"Brsad-making is one of dear Gen
MES 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.
"Hellor said the bachelor, bring
ing his hand down on Betsy's shoul.
der.
Il didn't done stole EN-, massa,'
whimpered Betsy, curling herself up
like u human caterpillr ''Dey was
done glib me-ebery Dressed cake"
look here" said the bachelor
There's a misunderstanding some
where
''Sah9" said Betsy.
"Who did make that brcad?" said
Mr. Beverly. The bread we had for
tea-light as a feather, whittier than
lilies, sweet as honey
Dat yar?" said Betsy. "Why, Miss
Mary Bloom, ub course. She alters
makes de bread in dis house,
''You are sure it wasn't Miss Doty"
Betsy broke into schrill chuckle,
"Golly!' she squeaked; Miss Gen.
nie!-she nebber done come into the
kisshen! Miss Gennie!-shc couldn't
make bread any more dan fox could
make johrny-cake.-he! he! he.'
The bachelor whistled long and low.
"Ah!' said he. II think begin tc
understand"
Mary Bloom was sitting in the shad.
ow of the honeysuckle vines, weary
and worn out OF 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
drawing-room!
"Mary.' uttered low voice.
Mr.. Beverlym
She sprang to her feet with little
shrek.
Did I frighten you9' he asked,
remorsefully.
NO" she answered, trying to laugh
"It-it was 50 sudden. didn't think
of any one being out here. How did
you find me?"
Betsy told me you had come Out
here" said the bachelor. MARY, thai
bread was delicious.
WAS it?" with dimples and smiles
only half visible in the tremulous star
light.
1--WE always said" meditativell
went on Mr.. Beverly, that | never
would marry a woman who could no
make good bread. l wonder if the
dear little woman who can make goot
bread would marry me?"
Mary said nothing. She only huns
down her head. But MIR. Beverly, Al
he took her hand in his, could feel i
tremble like leaf.
"It is for you to answer, Mary" sale
he. Il have loved you these man.
weeks
Il thought fancied it was Gene
vieve," futtered Mary, that yo'
liked"
Ibid you ever know man to plucl
gaudy tulip when he could select
rosebud?' said Mr.. Beverly. No, no
little Mary. want you! May | hav
my hearts desire?n
Mary did not say yes" but she Ger
tainly didn't say no. And there can b
no sort of doubt but that matters mad
themselves understood very well. BE
cause when she returned to the hous
she wore sparkling diamond ring o
the foretinger of her left hand
And we have every reason to SUP
pose that Mr.. Beverly had good brea
, baked in his household all the rest c
!, his life. Amy Randolph, in N. y
Ledger.
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