The Somerset reporter. [volume] (Skowhegan, Me.) 1868-1909, 1890-03-27

And she isn't-you know she isn't
said Luraua "Sbe Jus, lives In half Of
the Widow Skerritts house, and boards
herself on bread and milk But she IN az
sweet as peach, aud people cant have
all the accomplishments al once"
"ko, To be sure not said Aunt Ro1-
anna. her slow wits following Lursnas
rapid speech with considerable difficulty.
And she shaD't be cheated out Of her
lover, not IL | can help IT," said Lurana,
hurriedly packing the broilers, neatly
wrapped In q napkin, into her basket, and
experimenting them with loaf OF spicy
smelling gingerbread, two unbaked black
berry pies, pan OF biscuit and glass jar
of honey. NOVA little canister Of coffee,
said she, land some Of those pickles, and
| believe that is all. You must hunt up
something else for supper"
And once more, Lurana sped across the
fields crossing noisy brook on the per-
lous span OF 4 fallen tree picking her
way deftly through thehummocks Of a
swamp, and reaching Widow Skerritt's
cottage, wbih the Blue Station stage
travelling the regular road, was still
good mile and quarter away.
Alice Alden, the district school teacher
was just putting the fast stitches to blue
checked Bingham gown that she was
making when Lurana rushed In like 8
hazel-eyed whirlwind.
Quick :" she cried Kndle up the FIRE
Bet the table Your fa.her-in -law is
coming"
My father-in-law. cried Miss Alden
aghast.
"In the stage" explained Lurana
breathlessly. ITO take you by surprise,
and there's no telling how soon he will be
here
And then, as well as she could she ex-
planned this unexpected combinati' of
circumstances.
But, reasoned Alice, II do not wish
to deceive anybody, | can't cook. |
never learned how
"Fiddlesticks :" cried Lurana. III
men Will make such geese of themselves
we may just as well meet them on their
own ground. 1t would he just IS reason
able for you to refuse Victor because he
hasn't learned the blacksmith's trade or
can't preach sermon, Wouldn't it,
now?'
There's something in that" hesitated
Alice.
"Of course there is" said Laurana
1t was nine O'Clock at night when Col
onel Jones rejoned his friend Richmond
at the Henlock Hill Hotel. Outside the
whip-poor-wills sung, the pine wood ex-
hailed perfume. Within the colonel re-
joiced with an exceeding great JOY.
ats all right" said he. "All as right
as possible. | wallet directly in upon
her, and there she was preparing supper
Such broiled chickens never tasted, and
the coffee was superb. There was black
berry pie that melted in my mouth and
homemade biscuits tit for king
isn't that rather an elaborate snread
for one person. inquired Mr.. Richmond
little incredulous.
"Oh, ! believe there was some other
young woman to be with her, but she
turned shy and wouldn't come in at the
last. But she's the prettiest girl you ever
saw. Richmond
The other young woman"
POOH nonsense. You know what
mean-Miss Alden herself. And | think
my son is the luckiest fellow out. I've
invited her to cone to New York and
spend her next vacation with my wife
and myself, and don't care how soon
they fix the wedding day"
And the colonies face be med all
over
Haze done right. Victnr2" the
school ma'am asked her lover the next
time she saw him.
| NlSnt' VI course you nave, crleu
Victor Jones. "And | shall feel CRATE
full to Lurana Hopkins all the rest of my
life"
But do mean to 90 over to the Hop
kns farm every day and take lesson in
cooking until can justify your fathers
good opinion" declared Miss Alden.
You're near enough to perfection to
justify any ones good opiri ion now" said
Victor who as NAV easily be perceived
was very much in love.
"And only think" cried Lurana, who
danced In at this moment, "all this good
has been wrought by Aunt Roxanas ear
trumpet. "-Detroh Tribune.