The Grenada gazette. (Grenada, Miss.) 1885-18??, 1889-10-04
BACHELOR BEVERLY.
How He Found q Wife Exactly to
His Mind.

II will never marry any woman who
can not make loaf OF bread. ."
That was what Bachelor Beverly said
In the arrogance of his masculine
heart He liked women to be women,
not social butterflies. Aud all the girls
at Lilbury were on the qui cire.
Did he really say that?" said
Genevieve Doty, arching the perfect
curve Of her scarlet upper lip. Good
ness me! what a fool the man must be!
Does he expect to make mere kitchen
drudge of his wifc?"
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 at the mysterious
science of breadmaking.
Except Genevievo Doty. She only
rang tho bell and sent for Mary Bloom,
The poor cousin who was graciously
allowed home on the premises in con-
sidcrntion of her doing all the house,
work for her board.
"Polly,n said she, adjusting one OF
hor long blonde curls before the mir
ror, I'm going to have company to
ten tonight"
Mary sighed little. She could not
help it. Geneviovo had had a croquet
company the night before, and n
charade gathering the evening before
that; and the refreshments had been
exceedingly choice and delicate and
they were all made by Mary herself,
aud Mary alone, for Mr. Doty held the
family pwse-strings exceedingly tight;
Mrs. D0ty was afflicted whenever work
was in question with a rush of blood to
the head, and the fair Genevieve held
herself far above any such drudgery
rs the beating OF Syllabus or mixing
Of cake.
"And," Miss Doty added, 81 want
fresh bread, made after your ue7s best
recipe. And waflles," 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-cake. while you are about it."
And then Genevieve drew the cur
tans to the exact angle of comfortable
shadow, and nestled herself down on
the lounge with novel and a box of
chocolate creams, to enjoy herself,
rhile Mary Bloom descended to the
lot kitchen to concoct all these dain-
ties.
Yes, it was hard-very hard. Was
not she n lady by birth and education
rs much as the pale-haired beauty up
stairs2 Why was it 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 gingham suri-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.
''Is that you, Miss Bloom?" said he
for he had met Mary frequently in the
Sunday-school and Bible-class of the
pretty church. II haven't had a bite
all day"
Haven't youp" said Mary, dispirit
edly.
you are tired!" questioned Mr.. Bey
orly.
Yes. rather" Mary admitted. ..
have been making bread for Genovieve
Doty's tea-party"
"Ah," said Mr.. Beverly, II believe
] am to bo one of the guests. an
very glad | shall meet you, Mis-!
Bloom
"But You won't meet me, Mr.. Ecver
ly," said Mary. with little sigh. q
am never asked to come to my eousin'
parties. | am the one who Is usefu
only behind the scenes"
"The Cinderella, ehp" said Nit Bev
erly, gazing intently into the dark
brown depths OF the pool. .
Mary laughed.
There isn't much similarity be
tween my case and Cinderel as" salt
she. But must 60 back. They viii
have brought the cream from the vii
laee, and must beat IL for the Char
lottc Russo
And then she vanished away througl
the green foliage like dryad OF th
woods.
That's very pretty girl" said Mi
Beverly. "A very pretty girl, indeed!
Genevieve Dotys tea-party was quit
n brilliant little assemblage that even
ing. Genevieve herself had taken tn
trouble to arrange the carnations. tcs
roses and lovely blue-fringed aster'
and the table glittered with engrave
silver. cut-glass and rare china 90
ored lights hung from the ceiling, Al
The scene was almost like leai out
ialry-laua,