The morning call., 1893-02-24

Dolly about it, she frothed the wild fowl,
saw to the sauces and sent all in; and then,
putting pint of port and pint of sherry
into a beautiful Canton runchbOwl she
added sugar moderately and taking her
fragrant charge out to the cOwShed she
MIXED it full. Twenty minutes afterward
when supper was in midcareer she covered
the TOP of the bowl high with clouted cream,
grated nutmeg, showered on cinnamon. and
sent up the syllabub with a sense of duty
done.
On the other side the door everything was
proving a success In the sOildly elegant
room. whose straight high backed mahogany
chairs were upholstered in crimson leather,
and where heavy dsmask curtains steadied
the glitter from ponderous sudiTons. AT the
foot of the table Nine. Pepperel's blue eyes
burned bluer, her fine complexion being wei
set of by the tintOf her gown as she poured
tea into the egg-shell cups, watched her
guests eat, and felt thankful unspeakably
TO Dolly. who, of course. was not Of SUI
fcient consequence 10 be asked Into the
room. Her decOrOus satisfaction was per-
feet when the President. VINO was a good
eater. asked for his third help of Somerset
shire sy liabub
ION my honor" he cried, "this dish must
have been made by your own hands,
ma'am?"
Not by my DANES hands. sir, but by
others with as good blood in them" spoke
up Mr.. Pepperel, stout figure in Powered
silk coat The SDaThawks have always
stood high as anybody in Portsmouth. aud
little Mistress Dolly, who dressed the sup
per. hath the Sparhawk wit in spite o.
poverty"
"SparhawkP' said the President "a
Sparhawk made this syliabub! | am be-
holden to the family for much civilty
already. / should like to thank Miss Spar
hawk for her paiuS"
"She's Z other side O. yon oak door. your
excellencyw said Mr.. Pepperel good
naturally.
Nine. Pepperel yielded to the power and
obligations Of old associations, as do we all,
and somewhat later Dolly Sparhawk, with
cheeks and lips burning with color, and
with a priceless lace apron from Nine.
PeppeTePs boxes. was courtesying TO the
floor beside the chair Of the Father OF His
Country.
al have met several of your house." said
Washington. indulgently. and with look
of open admiration. And now find one
of their young kinswOmen who ontdoes
them all with her cookery. / must beg the
recipe for Mrs. Washington; and in return
for the favor she will be pleased 10 provide
your wedding gown. | presume it will be
Of the present mode" The smile aud the
DOW we're Enthusiastically com plimentary.
$50 she lives over thereW said Washing
ton, as he stood with his hostess ata north
window watching the moon ride up her
path of stars and light up the old fort. "'Iis
& common thing in Virginia. ma am, this
decline OF good families. The girls match
well in spite of that, for blood is blood"
That's what he said" said Bushrod
tTiumDhantly, as he saw Dolly home across
the sands. He knew his mother. and there
fore he had a just reliance upon the infu-
ence OF her great guest.
But poor Dolly, leaving this bright youth
fulness and going into her small home, felt
Il cramped place, and perceived clearly
that her mothers face was cnaTacterless
and her speech coarse. 1t was an experi-
ence hardly longer than sigh. however.
for a swift-cOmiHg reaction, which was her
heritage from many generations OF honor
able SpaThawks. made her ashamed Of her
shame.
Tie recipe went to Philadelphia duly,
being copied out fairly by Mr.. Bushrod
Pepperel, as Dolly could not DO much with
small hand.
In due time came box to the plain house
at Little Harbor, box containing yards
and yards of beautiful silk, whose fame
quickly Travelled over to its stately neigh
bors. For while Dolly stood spreading its
folds over her mothers ample lap there
came a quick knock and handsome Nine
Pepperel admitted herself, her eyes full Of
the pathetic. wistful appeal of the woman
who knows she is second where she b as
been first.
"'TIs a tabby fit for Lady Washington
herself" she pronounced upon the deli
cately hued material which only absolutely
fresh faces could venture on. I'VE will
have Boston dressmaker to it. Things
will not take long. Dolly. I've good deal
laid by you can have"
Fifty pOun' be coom too" said Mrs.
Sparhawk. her desire to tell such agreeab BILE
news getting uppermost of her awe Of her
caller.
HJTuiU h,y har hrooob a,o,vora5
Nine. Pepperel, carelessly You'll be a
fine woman, Dolly, when you're MY age.
When you are my age" she repeated softly.
her face undergoing subtle change like
the incoming of softer light. BE good to
Bushrod. He's like his father. And his
fathers never crossed me-bnt once" added
the lady, with old fashioned honesty.-Ade-
line A Knirhf