The Somerset reporter. [volume] (Skowhegan, Me.) 1868-1909, 1890-02-13
SKOWHEGAN MAINE THURSDAY NOON, FEBRUARY 13,

English plum-pudding 10 top of with
How plump aud delicious 1t looked a. 1t
| came upon the table, and what royal odor
Il emiEed. She cut it with pride Ia her
mien. She tasted 1t and shot quick
glance at Mr.. Blake, but said nothing
| I be guest was quietly nlbbling at 1t and
talking brilliantly. Presently Lily, who
had been listening to him, attacked IT,.
She turned pale, and gave her plate a
little angry push. Then Mrs. Harry.
having helped everybody else. settled her
self TO the enjoyment of her pudding
| Spe, regarding her, saw look Of con-
sternation gather upon her face. She
uttered an exclamation as If she had been
wounded.
Sue" she cried angrily, you carried
the wrong pudding to Mrs. Burke. Thi-
is the poor-man's pudding, regardless Of
her guest.
~ carried the pudding the cook gave
me, returned Sue.
mo wonder Mrs. Burke thought it's too
good for poor folks :" put In Lily sourly
They both glowered at Sue. They
were obliged to repress their wrath before
their guest, but they were too full Of
Indignation to talk nationally or coherent
| ly. If Mr.. Blake guessed that there was
thunder In the air, he was as facetious
and anecdotal as usual, ignored the at
mospheric changes, and did not hurry
away. But when he was Obliged to take
his train at last, the thunder-bolt hurst
about Sues head.
$50 you carried your point, after all
my directions to the contrary" saws Mrs.
Harry; Mrs. Burke had her English
plum-puddng in spite Of me.
Il had nothing to do with it, returned
Sue; lit was as much a surprise TO me a.
to you"
pity Harry hadn't been here" said
Miss Lily. ignoring Sues version. If
his wife isn't to be mistress in his house.
it is time he knew it. poor-mans
pudding to set before Mr.. Gus Blake. one
of he most fastidious Of men,
I'm very sorry" said Sue, lit wasn't
nice pudding
"Nor nice thing for you to do in an
others house
Mrs. Capulet, | had nothing whatever
to DO with it,, protested Sue.
Susan Capulet, don't believe a word
you say
And if | were sister, you or should
leave the house."
And so it happened that Sue packed her
trunks, aud Harry Capulet had such
version of Mrs Burke's pudding that he
did not dream of recalling her
| She went to a friends house in the city,
who had promised to find her situation.
In the meantime Mrs Capulet's servants
coniided the story of the plum pudding to
Mrs. Burke herself, and Gus Blake'- part
in it. Mrs. Burke felt 1t her duty to
write Mr.. Blake and rtEeat the whole
affair, and through him to help sweet
Miss Sue, who would never hurt a nv
out of her trouble
Mr.. Blake smiled at this lette- So
they had male it hot for Miss Sue. He
had suspected as much He went to call
on his friend, Mrs. Barnes. and request
her cooperation. He was shown into
the MUSHROOM, and met Sue.
So he said. shaking hands, "this is
the result of Mrs. Burke's pudding
And then Mrs Barnes entered.
II came" he said, Ito consult you
about the affairs of friend of mine who
has come to grief. Her case is even
worse than that of the man in the South
who burnt his mouth eating cold plum
porridge.'
| Tx: ;;ss;fot % Il " az ihaL Sue nad a
position little later, where Mr. Blake
was intimate enough to drop in at his
| pleasure and carry the goyerpess of to
the opera, or few hours recreation in
the Park behind his span and so it hap
pened that one day Lily and Mrs. Capulet
received the wedding cards of Miss Susan
Capulet and MIR. Gustavus Blake, which
was all owing to Mrs. Burkes pudding.