Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1894-11-15
AN APPLE PIE ROMANCE,
Inc Old Way to Mans Heart
Through His Stomach

through His Stomach.
nelgh-ho! wish something would
happen. Something good. | mean II
seems as II something ought to happen
on such pleasant day, and | sort q
feel IT in my bones that it will
MISS Barbara Brown sighed n little.
as she looked out OF her SUNNY vast
window ON mellow September dav.
a ..pi lis isi to partridge whistling
field. e WI
MISS Brown had often wished for a
romance of her own, but had never
had one, though she was thirty odd.
She was tall and slender, with a rather
long face, thin, yellow hair, very
smooth and straight, and small mole
on her chin, which she imagined peo-
pie were always looking at
Perhaps her sigh was for the missing
romancs; at any rate she sighed again
as she glanced across the neat paling
fence to where Mr.. Peter Peril
man was busy gathering his Northern
Spy. apples. Mr. Perriman was a
bachelor who lived with his widowed
sister, Mrs. Tibbins, and her daughter,
Mary Ann or May Annie, as she in
sisted on being called. The one
crumpled rose leaf in Perriman's lot
was-the style Of cooking done by his
sister and-niece, whom he credited,
deep in the recesses Of his own mind,
with having hs little faculty for the
culinary art as pig has for playing
checkers.
IF they would only give me plain
bread an meat, with potatoes, an
bit of pie to top off with, I'd be per-
fectly content" he groaned inwardly,
as he dispatched the mussy fricassees,
sloppy hashes and "made-over" dishes,
and the fearfully and wonderfully con-
cocted buildings of his sisters produc-
ton. But he made no audible COM
ments. for Peter possessed the virtue
of eating what was set before him
without grumbling. Perhaps it would
have been better had he done so, and
disabused his sister of the firmly
grounded conviction that Peter would
scorn the everyday fare which would
have been amply satisfactory to May
Annie and herself.
IF he would only be contented with
plain, wholesome vittles, it would be
far better for him and much less
trouble to u.s." she would sigh, as she
stirred and mixed, and seasoned, at
the elaborate messes which tried the
soul of Peter and injured his digestion,
as we'll as kept herself and daughter
In the kitchen for the best part of the
day. But, as already stated, Peter
Perriman was not grumbling man.
Neither was he a "ladies' man." In
fact he had always been exceedingly
shy of the women folks" and while
Miss Barbara Brown had for years been
in the habit of visiting and receiving
visits from the Tibbinses with neigh
borly freedom, she had never had the
pleasure of exchanging as many as a
dozen words with Mr.. Perriman in her
life. He had troubled himself very
little about her indeed, except as to
the best means of keeping out OF her
way when she called on his sister.
To-day, however, Mr.. Perriman found
himself in q rather unusual mood
Whether the mellowness OF the apples
he was gathering communicated itself
to his feelings, or whether his obdurate
bachelor heart was softened by the
gentle September sunshine is q matter
of uncertainty. At all events, after
casting several glances at Miss Browns
window he remarked to himself;
"That woman looks kind of lone
some like, setting there all by herself.
But no wonder; staying shut up in the
house, darning or sewing on aday like
this. instead of being outdoors gath
ering apples.
"Come to think Of it, she hasn't go
any apples to gather. Just like a
woman he grumbled. mot an APP
ME tree about the place; nothing but a
lot of old gooseberry and curran'
bushes, by way Of fruit! Maybe sne
couldn't help it, though, seeing she
oil alone. There now, maybe I'm a
boobv. but believe in my heart lll
90 take her mess or so OF these mere
NJ perriman took large tin pan
18th which he had been gathering ap'
Mes heaped it high with the rosy
frnit carried it to Miss Browns door
ana presented his fragrant offering
with a few hasty and not very appro
p And something did happen" she
,roatbed ecstatically. II just felt al
20 !. would though never dreamed o.
anything like this" ,, ro;no tc
"And now know what l LII gyms y. ~
do 70 show my appreciation III maNt
The loyeliest pie know how ana senu
a. over / don't believe that poor mar y,
a,ov.gsts a taste of pie-any tnat ; Il,
~ sst Mrs. Tibbins says she ane
M,v annie never have any luck WIZ
their pies, so they don't oi1en i1 sanf
lam And men folks are mostly 81 ion'
VI , p.' brown was one of those women
MISS natural faculty and love
VINO nay s.r and If she excefled II
INV ono branch of the art ~ was "a s oan
=. pps a ont Of a portion OF those ap
e,.es rss,d sent over to Mrs. Iiooins wa
pics . az and as nearly perlec.
a masterp'e,d he. II was large anc
as any PIE tha crust goldenll
brown brow melting and luscious ..t tn ;1i IN
terror terror was clear, amber, sweet s,,s. 3ale !
and sssiI fragrant ur xitA the nasi asliss's .