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berrying adventure of his boyhood.
He kept a sharp eye upon his niece's
movements, however. Don't be
scared of gittin' on too much sauce"
he admonished. pudding without
sauce is like life without religion. Put
1t on plentiful, put it on plentiful,
niece Margaret. You can't have too
much of either in this life," falling,
almost unconsciously. into his Won
ted serious phraseology, pudding
sauce nor religion neither"
His manner was grave, his voice so
earnest that Sarah stifed the laugh
which rose to her lips. Here was u
good man, she said to herself, n
really good man; what mattered 1t II
he made strange mixture of pudding
and religion
It was the deacon's favorite pud-
ding. He had partaken very freely
Of roast lamb and green peas and
mealy new potatoes. So freely, in.
deed, that Sarah, watching him, felt
sudden fear lest the pudding would
60 a-begging. But the deacOn's ca.
pacity proved equal to his desire.
A second and third helping were
given him, and he ate with increasing
satisfaction.
An amiable and benevolent smile
spread itself over his face, and he
pushed back his chair and rested his
head against the wall. He was n fast
eater, and Meg and Sarah had not
yet finished their dessert. He looked
afYectionately and with an air OF pride
ut his niece.
THAT is as good a pudding as 1
ever tasted, Margaret" lie said,
presently, "1'll eat bit for my
supper"
II am glad you like IL, uncle"
ut Is SO good" said Sarah, "that
I could eat another helping, II I had
not this dreadful, lurking fear Of all
canned fruit"
Canned fruit" said tho deacon,
"you won't get much canned fruit on
my table, Miss Sarah. We string
our own apples and raise our own
fruit for preserving and there's always
green things plenty In the garden.
I don't hold to buying things you can
raise on your own SOIL"
"But when blucberries will not be
ripe for u month, and lamb isn't good
without green peas, and your garden
peas are too old to cook, why, then,
Deacon Albany, canned goods must
be used"
"Wcll, yes, I suppose they must,
but didn't know those were canned
peas.
Canned peas and canned blue
berries" said Sarah, "are both so
convenient that it Is II pity people are
always getting poisoned by eating
them"
The deacon shifted his position,
with an uneasy motion Of the head.
He remembered how freely he had
eaten. He began to question tho
wisdom OF yielding to tho natural
appetite. He forcsaw u wrctched AZ
ternoon,
"Now, I don't mind, you know, "
continued Sarah, placidly toying with
q spoon. II shall never cut very
freely Of canned fruits, since there Il
always the risk, but I am not nervou.
about them, as mamma and papa
arc. Papa won't touch them, you
know"
The deacon rose up hastily and left
the room. A vision Of a long illness
rose sharply before him. He groancd
aloud when ho reached tho WOOD
yard. "Shc said her fathcr-and he
u doctor-wouldn't touch them, And
IL ate like starving beggar.
He came in from the fields an hour
earlier than usual that afternoon
He said tho sun was very hot and
the men could finish without him,
yet he drew his largo canc-seatcd
rocking.chair beside the stove, and
sat down In 1t.
"Are you cold, uncle?" asked Meg
II guess amt feeling just right
In my stomach, Marg'ret."
Meg was all attention instantly.
"Shall make you bowl OF ginger
tea? Tho water Is boiling"
The deacon assented eagerly. HI
watched its preparation and drank Il
with avidity, though 1t was &C hot 4
brought tears to his eyes.
"You have taken a chilli" sale
Meg. "You must 90 to bed rs sool
as supper Is over"
To this the deacon submitted with
out murmur. Perhaps he had taker
cold, there had been a stiffish breeze
no remembered. He drew tho blank
cts more closely about him, and fell
q certain consolation In o distinct
SILVER: there no had worked withou
his vest, despite the east wind, h
acknowledged gratefully. 1t was ,
chill, he would be we'll tomorrow.
About seven o'clock his eiece CAM
to his bedside. ~ don't bslsove you'll
need anything more before clever
O'clock" she said, "we'll DO bacl
by that time. I'll toll James to 81
on the back porch. You can cal
him II you need anything"
The deacon felt himself dismissed
to solitude and slumber. He pulled
himself together with an effort
Where IRE you two girls gaddinl
to, to.night?" he asked.
at is the night Of the Fisher
little party" gently. "You will g
to sleep directly and we'll DO at hom'
by eleven, at the latest" She ben
over him and kissed him. "Why, yo,
are quite feverish," she said. g,
must make you some lemonade be
fore ! 60. What Q chill you mus
have taken"
| Again the deacon felt O convincing
shiver. He lifted his head and looked
at his niece. III you bought tina