Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1889-10-15
BACHELOR BEVERLY.
How He Found Wife Exactly to
His Mind.

Genevieve Doty. arching the perfect
curve OF her scarlet upper lip. Good
ness me! what fool the man must be!
Does he expect to make n mere kitchen
drudge OF his wifeP"
But, all the same, all the girls OF Lii
bury descended into their kitchens,
tucked up their curls aud their dress
sleeves, and set diligently to work
about that time Mt the mysterious
science OF bread-making.
Except Genevieve Doty. She only
rang the bell and sent for Mary Bloom,
the poor cousin who was graciously
allowed home on the premises In con-
sideration OF her doing all the house, |
work for her board.
Polly" said she, adjusting one OF
her long blonde curls before the mir |
ror, I'm going TO have company to |
tea tonight"
Mary sighed little. She could not
help it. Genevieve had had croquet
company the night before, and a
charade gathering the evening before
that; and the refreshments had been
exceedingly choice and delicate. and
they were oil made by Mary herself.
and Mary alone, for Mr.. Doty held the
family purse-strings exceedingly Tight
Mrs. Doty was afflicted whenever work
was in question with rush Of blood to
the head. and the fair Genevieve held
herself far above any such drudgery
as the beating OF Syllabus or mixing
OF cake.
"And," Miss Doty added. II want
fresh bread, made after your cery best
recipe. And wailes," added Gene
We've, land cup custards and Char
lotte Russo. and damson preserves.
Tea and coffee, OF course; and stay
you may as we make nice peach |
short-calse. while you are about it."
And then Genevieve drew the cur
tains to the exact angle OF comfortable
shadow. and nestled herself down on
the lounge with novel and box OF |
chocolate creams, to enjoy herself,
while Mary Bloom descended TO the
hot kitchen TO concoct all these dain-
ties.
Yes, 1t was hard-very hard. Was
not she lady by birth and education |
rs much us the pale-haired beauty up |
stairsp Why was 1t that Fate had con-
demned her to be the patient toiler, in
the deep, dense shadow. while Gene
We've walked on roses, and dwelt in an
atmosphere OF luxury.
Not until evening did she FIND time |
to slip on her green bingham sun-bon-
net and creep down into the woods
and even then her favorite seat by the
trout pool was occupied. Mr.. Beverly
sat there, with reel and line.
lis that you. Miss BloomP" said he
for he had met Mary frequently in the
Sunday school and Bible-class Of the
pretty church. 81 haven't had a bite |
all day!"
Haven't youg" said Mary, dispirit-
eddy.
you are tired!" questioned Mr.. Bev-
erly.
Yes. rather" Mary admitted. Il
have been making bread for Gcneyieve
Doty's tea-party."
''Ah," said Mr. Beverly. ~ believe
am TO DO one OF the guests. am
very glad / shall meet you, Miss
Bloom"
but YOU won't meet me, Mr.. Bever-
w." said Mary. with little sigh. II
am never asked to come TO my cousins
parties. | am the one who Is useful
only behind the scenes"
"The Cinderella, ehp" said Mr.. Bey-
erly, gazing intently into the dark
brown depths OF the pool.
Mary laughed.
There isn't much similarity be-
tween my case and Cinderella's" said
she. "But must 90 back. They will
have brought the cream from the vii
laee. and must beat It for the Char
lot.e Russo"
And then she vanished away through
the green foliage like a dryad OF the
woods.
That's very pretty girl,r said Mr..
Beverly. "a very pretty girl, indeedP'
Genevieve Doty's tea-party was quite
a brilliant little assemblage that even
ing. Genevieve herself had taken the
trouble to arrange the carnations, tea
roses and lovely blue-fringed asters;
and the table glittered with engraved
silver, cut-glass and rare china. Col
ored lights hung from the ceiling, and
the scene was almost like leaf out OF
fairy-land.
ooh what delicious breadr" said