St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1889-11-16
BACHELOR BEVERLY.
How He Found a Wife Exactly to
Ills Mind.

Il will never marry any woman VIII
can not make a loaf OF bread"
That was what Bachelor Beverly sal
tn the arrogance of his masculin
heart He liked women TO be women
not social butterflies. And all the girl
at Lilbury were on the qwi rire.
Did he really say that?" sal,
Genevieve Doty. arching the perfec
curve of her scarlet upper lip. Good
ness mel what fool the man must be
Does he expect TO make a mere kitchel
drudge OF his wife?"
But, all the same, all the girls of Lii
bury descended into their kitchens
tucked up their curls and their dres
sleeves, ard set diligently to worl
about that time at the mysteriOu.
science of bread-making.
Except Genevieve Doty. She only
rang the bell and sent for Mary Bloom
the poor cousin who was graciously
allowed a home on the premises in con
sideration of her doing all the house
work for her board.
Polly" said she. adjusting one ol
her long blonde curls before the mir.
ror, I'm going to have company to
tea tonight"
Mary sighed little. She could not
Geip it. Genevieve had had croque,
company the nj sht before, and a
charade gathering the evening before
that: and the refreshments had been
exceedingly choice and delicate. and
they were all 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 A 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. Il want
fresh bread. made after your cery best
recipe. And waffies." added Gene
We've, land cup custards and a Char
lotte Russo. and Gamson preserves.
Tea and coffee, of course; and stay
you may as we make a nice peach
short-cake. 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. it was hard-very hard. Was
not she a lady by birth and education
rs much rs the pale-haired beauty up
stairs? 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 sun-bon-
net and creep down into the woods
and even then her favoritc seat by the
trout pool was occupied. Mr.. Beverly
eat there. with reel and line.
as that you. Miss Bloom?" said he
for he had met Mary frequently in the
Sunday-school and Bible-class of the
pretty church. Il haven't had a bite
all day.
Haven't you9" said Mary. dispirit-
edly
You are tired" questioned Mr.. Bev-
crly
Yes. rather" Mary admitted. Il
have been making bread for Geneyieve
Doty's tea-party."
''Ah." said Mr.. Beverly. 81 believe
am to be one of the guests. lam
very glad l shall meet YOU, Miss
Bloom
But you won't meet me. Mr. Bever>
ly." said Mary. with little sigh. Il
am never asked to come 10 my Cousins
parties. l am the one who is useful
only behind the scenes"
The Cinderella. eh?" said Mr.. Bey-
erly. gazing intcntly into the dark
brown depths of the pool
Mary laughed.
There isn't much similarity be-
tween my case and Cinderellars" said
she. But must go back. They will
have brought the cream from the viii
lage, and | must beat il for the Char
lo,te Russo"
And then she vanished away through
the green foliage like dryad of the
woods.
That's very pretty girl" said Mr.
Beverly. "A very pretty girl, indeed-'
Genevieve Doty's tea-party was quite
a brilliant little assemblage tina. even
ing. Geneviere herself had taken tha
trouble 10 arrange the carnations. tc,-
ros and lovely blue-fringcd asters:
and the table glittered with engraved
silver. cut-glass ana rare china. C,l-
ored lights hung from the ceiling. AID
The scene was almos; like leaf out ,:
'siry-land.