Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1894-05-18
CHILL SAUCE.
BY KATE NJ. cLEARY.

''My!" exclaimed old Mrs. Barry,
as, with the freedom of one privileged,
she walked without knocking into the
bright and cosy kitchen of Miss Mora
Minturn, "whatever does smell SO
good? Seems" with another sniff,
''as eff it might be Chill sauce"
Miss MInturn, in trim gown OF
dark blue print, protected by great
'bib" apron of Turkey red calico,
nodded and smiled, as she placed a
chair for her unceremonious visitor.
As rule, people in Tattleton were
averse to exercising their lungs for the
benefit of Mrs. Barry. It was almost
impossible to make her hear, and il
you succeeded in doing so, you were
more than liable to be misunderstood.
'tAir you goin' TO eat all that your
self this winter?" demanded the new
conner, with her blinking eyes fxfd
ON the big granite kettle two-thfds
filled with the pungent, crimson hp-
petising mixture. A
Miss Minturn felt that a n6bsd1 All
veracity would now be at variancd
30 she turned toward her questioner
and called out loud and clear:
"No. Most of this is for person
who has such an attack of rheumatism
she could not pick the tomatoes and
onions and peppers and put them up
herself.
Mrs. Barry continued to look at hen
blankly and inquiringly. Y
Mora Minturn went close up to her |
"Part of the sauce, she exclaimed
close to the ear of her guest, sis for
Mary Anne Cotter, who lives in the
Hollow"
81 should think his help could do
that much cookin' for him !" declared
the old lady. "He keeps enough of
'em. I allus wondered, Mora-seein'
as how the talk has kind o. got round
to lt-what for was the reason you
an Marion Potter of the Hall didn't
git married years ago, seein' you was
sparkin' so long"
Mora smiled as she noticed how the
old woman had confounded the two
names, which until this moment had
never struck her as being similar
Il said Mary Anne Cotter of the
Hollow, Mrs. Barry" |" she shouted
The old woman flung up her hands |
with gesture of irritation.
'I'm little hard O. hearln', l al
low, but amt SO deaf that l amt |
heerd what you said. Some o that
there good-smellin' Chill sauce is for
Marion Potter of the hall. Now you
see.
Miss Marion smiled as she went back
to the stove and fished her net bag
of whole spices out of the thick, red
compound.
1t was useless to impress the truth
to attempt to impress it, rather
on convinced Mrs. Barry.
But she made her cup of tea and
brought out some snowy tea cakes for
her delectation, and listened patiently
and with apparent interest to her bub-
BILE, until the prosy soul took it into
her head to depart and hobbled off
down the white, winding road.
A serious look came into Mora Min
turns face as she went on sealing up
her Chill sauce in the little wide
mouthed jars she had saved for the
purpose.
Marion Potter SO people have
not forgotten about her engagement
to him twelve years ago. What was
the foolish trifle about which they had
luarreled? And she had sent him
back his ring with few bitter words
expressive of her satisfaction at hav-
ing discovered her mistake in time.
She had been wrong--all wrong.
She had had other suitors after that
to-be-sure, but she had found herself
them to Marion Potter, in
to their detriment, and had
discouraged all such attentions.
And now that her mother was dead,
and the boys were gone and married
md she lived alone in the eozy little
homestead with only the orphan
nephew she was bringing up, she found
it lonely at times-very lonsiy.
She walked across the kitcnen, and