Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1893-11-30
CHAPTER I.


"Nly does papa hate lIirm ST.. nurse.
and Why Won't H. ever let lhcr names
be Irnliun"d:'
ITS i long story. Miss Nelly. and
its Ec"n the same for the last five gen,
cr;itiol,> Il family quarrel: hut ! sup
pose ii II die "ul with yrUr papa. now
he's cot IN Sull to lrlr. HE Oil hatred
to"
"Hut nurse. were they all really SO
bad"
We'll. my dear. | cont know; wr'v"
al been 1l!"si 10 think $" ever S'Hir
we We're children. and. OF course. my
f3lE"r and grandfather took tll'ir ma
i'r> side. and haGu Il good word for
the L;n-hulilrS: Tut their own people
stick To 'em through thick and thin
and say Il more generous. high spirited
family never hrrHthrl. They've AZ
ways hc"n rather I Wild lot: bat tmr
.tcar, rs the Sayin' is. The ed gentle
nan himself sit rs black us he is
painted"
Blu, WHY did "" quarrel With them:
whit begun ii all:
well. dear. the fist hpginiling WAS 4
bad one. and it n"v"r healed M. aid
so its gone on and on up To this Very
day. And I must say the LaugilolnlrS
have been willing to make it up. and
the old lord would have been quite
friendly. only Your papa WAS sci H@airS.
it. and turned lis back ul"l. him b."
fore The whole hunting field"
but. nurse. want to get Al the story
Gnd yor won't come il it," and pretty
Nelly Huntingdon ;aii';,i 4 little impa
tient foot on the Polished floor of the
hoUsckerpcr'S l"Cnl.
My dear. I think yrur papa w>nld
be diSpla>c'i with mt ii | WAS ~ tell
you
But papa won't know"
We'll Miss Nelly. You know that's
worse. to do things behind peoples
backs You wouldn't do to their faces"
Miss Nelly prrchId herself on tlir high
wooden table in front of the la;ticc,l
window. and cranrd her pretty neck
out To null 4 wraa- cluster of the old.
fashioned red roses With open yrll"w
ceni,rS that nodded over The trrlliS-
work
, 'Now.' she said. fastening them in
the front Of her white dress. and swing.
ing her little feet to and fro, go on.
Nurse
IT'S time for Ejr to 500 to the lam"
cried Wilson (Wllu acted rs nurse and
jumping up and bustlinS
off into the Lit lien
\ pont came over Nrlly'S mignoInn
white face, and presently she slipped
down from her perch and slipped off
into the hi" kitchen to sec what vas
going on. A strong smell Of preserves
came down The long. Cool passage. and
when the youD" lady went in on tip
toe through the open door. there stood
in ,,r
PAM, stirring with a great spoon
amor gst the seetling fruit
Let me- TASTE said Nelly. going up
softly behind. and making nurse jump
at the unexpected sound.
There now. Miss Nelly. you've made
me burn my fingers. and the Kitchens
no place for young ladies'"
Now I've got SO far. once in my life,
mean TO stop and see all there is 10
be seen" said Mss Huntingdon. reso-
lu1ely: and with 1',at she seated herself
on the kitchen table in her favorite
attitude, and proceeded to take a sur
yey. 4 great. lofty. airy apartment
was the same kitchen. with wide Win
dOWS looking on great herb garden,
bordered by Il warren. where you saw
thousands Of rabbits kicking up their
frolicSomc heels. and displaying their
white brushes rs they scuttled along.
Along ono side Of the wall hung great
FURNISHED copper pans and cleaning
dish covers. with q rack full Of plates
enough to have dincd a small regiment.
On the dresser lay Il great yellow bowl
Of peas. with a bunch Of aromatic mint;
and there We're cucumbers and fresh
green lettuces and dishes of raspber-
ries. and much store of gardcn-Stuff.
Cook had jealousy retreated into the
Scullery; she did not like any interfer-
ence in her domain; but Wilson had
made the jam for the last five-and-
twenty years, and was not likely to give
in to cook now
"My dear. do mind where you set"
she said. turning a little testify to her
nursing. I'm sure the kitchens not
a place for young ladies' specially a
table as you don't know what may
have been split upon
"It's quite clean, you old fidget!"
cried Nelly, rubbing her dainty fingers
along the polished surface. "Why, I
can nearly see my face in It. Give
me some jam to taste"
II suppose you don't want to burn
your tongue, my dear? and it won't
be ready for ter minutes by the clock
yet"
I'll keep watch over the time. Oh
dear! what a tiresome. lak,in" old
clock it is-tick-tick. ticE-tick. I be-
1ieve it only goes one hour to four
of any other in the house.
well. now. Miss Nelly. if you only
okkypied yourself little more. you
wouldn't find the time hang so heavy
on your hands"
What could one possibly find to do
this broiling afternoon!'
"a roasting fire won't help to make
you cooler my dear"
oh! Of couse you want me to go.
you old crosspatch. but I sha'n't. I
shall wait till you have finished the jam,
and poured it into every one of those
white jars. and then I shall go back
into the room with you and have tea
and nice thick slice Of bread and
jam, and you'll tell me the story of
the family feud.'
"Wellv' Said aurse. looking up. with
the red light of the reflected strawber.
ries shining on her comely face. II sup
pose you'll have your own way, and I
may as well agree to 1t first as last.
You ALWAYS was MS obstinate Ms Obsti-