The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1892-02-06

tomato sauce.
Jemima she generally fried the
fowls in pan, observed the deacon,
and cooked the nacaroni without a
turlin' dressin'. But | don't deny
that this ere is proper good. A
mince pie-this O. yearl | ain t
asleep or dreaming, be /?
Isabel laughed greetully out.
Oh, uncle, how readily you tell
into the trap! said she. It's made of
crackers and raisins and vinegar.
l got the recipe out of my new cook
book. Isn't it delicious?o
Old Jemima sat by frowning.
| amt one to believe in new fang,
led dishes, said she.
And nothing would induce her to
take piece Of the deceitful pie.
The deacon was lighting his pipe
for an after dinner smoke on the
back piazza, when the soft sound by
the piano reached his ears.
Well, l declare, SAID he, if that
amt Anna Laurie! Who's that
singin? And where did she get the
piannytorty?
Isabel came out with a halt-wiped
tea saucer in her hand.
It's our Nam said she, triumph
antly. Has not she got sweet
soprano voice? Why, Joe Sedley
brought it over this morning. Nan
is to play the organ in church and
lead the choir, and OF course she
must have something to practice
on. Mr., Sedley is quite enthusias-
tic about her musical abilities
Humph? said the deacon How
much do the trustees calculate to
pay?
A hundred and fifty dollars ayear,
Isabel answered. And Nan can
clothe herself nicely out of that sum,
seeing that we cut and make our
own wardrohes.
Humph. again commented the
deacon. | wonder if she can play
this ere tune? My father used to
sing it when / was boy.
And he began to whistle after
somewhat awkward fashion.
Oh, cried Isabel, that's Brignal
Bank. OF course she can play it
and sing 1t, to!
And within five minutes the deacon
leaving his forgotten pipe on the
piazza rail, was listening to the old
refrain of his youth, with round
tear drop on either cheek
1t does sound good! said he. l
declare | can most see father sittin'
by the h'arth OF the log cabin
asingin' it and stampin' his feet to
keep time, an mother rockIn' John S
wooden cradle opposite.
The New York girls reputation
grew and spread. In few days
she came TO the deacon.
Uncle, said she, Jemima don't get
along at the factory. She's too Old
to put up witl new ways Now
I've thought OF a plan. Do you
object to my hiring her to look after
the chickens and turkey poults,
while | give music lessons instead j?
| can afford to pay her, and make
quite a margin OF profit besides.
Well | do say fort said Deacon
Prout, you seem to have pretty
tdr idea o. business.
Isabels cooking became dainter
and more toothsome every day.
Hester distinguished herself in the
dairy. Old Jemima tolled silently in
the poultry yard, and acknowledged
to herself that them New York gals
had more ability than they had
credit for.
And at the mon his end Deacon
Prout found himself in a quandry
l dunno which o. the three to
keep, said he. | like 'em all so well
| don't know how to make a choice.
The house wouldn't seem like itself
without Mans music; and that piCter
of the big north medder that Isabel
painted and hung on the best room
wall is a more natual than natur'
itself. And the story Hetty made
up about my gran ttr's scrimmage
with the Pequeechee Indians and
had it printed in the paper; it does
excel everything!
Well, uncle5, said Mamie that
same evening, which of us is to stay3
Uncle is going to draw lots, sug-
gested Isabel. See, he's got three
slips of paper. with three names
written on them, and his old silk hat
and for a ballot box Pretty soor
we shall know our fatel
Deacon Prout rose, balanced his
spectacles on the top Of his head
knocked the old silk hat oft the
table.
don't care, SAID he, | aint't goin
to draw lots at all
Are we all to go away? sale
Mamie.
No! bawled the deacon, you'' :,
all to stay-every one Of
amt glrl in the lot as |
up my mind to spare.
here! Pm goin to buy