Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1894-05-18

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net.
Don't you want to hire my sister
james Eliza, Mr.. Potter?" she de-
manded.
"No!" roared Marion Potter, who
was aware that she was little deafer
than the proverbial post. "Why
should L? 1 have three servants
now"
Mrs. Barry comprehended, for she
went on, persistently: :.
"But james Eliza can cook, Mr..
Potter. An if you'd take her, you
wouldn't have to be havin' your Chill
sauce made out by Mora Minturn.
Mr.. Potter gave start.
'Eh?" Steady, Satan! What war
you talking about, Mrs. Barry?"
Mrs. Barry did not hear him. She
aumbled on, however, and he lis
ened.
Says | to her when l happened in
I3ere just now: tBe you goin' to eat
In Nhat Chill sauce yourself this win
ierH An she lowed that she was
maxim some Of it for you. Now, if
, Toii, amt able to do that much
'ithout our givin' it out. iist think
ii nd pay you to have James Eliza do
Jour coollin'."
Mr.. Potter nodded leniently. He
swefved Satan to one side, smiled back
atIlTrs. Barry and rode on. Mora
4nturn making his favorite beefsteak
accompaniment for him!
OF course there was a mistake some
Fhere. But Chill saucel He could
lot remember when he had tasted it.
70 be sure his housekeeper was not an
dept at preparing table delicacies.
Why he turned his horses head out
If the road leading to the Hall and
,oad down that which led to the Min
urn homestead, he could not have
old to save his life.
Indeed, he was unaware that he had
lone SO until the tempting odor of
sliced tomatoes assailed his nostrils.
md at the same second he caught sight
of Miss Minturn in her garden snip
ping away at some belated blooms of
narigold, phlox and honeysuckle.
So familiar the scene So sweet and
the place! So suggestive of
home the trim form moving among
The withering bushesl Could it be
that twelve years had elapsed since he
come here to visit his sweetheart?
He swung down, secured Satan to
the gate-post, walked up the path.
mora !" he said, as he neared her.
She Strengthened up. Her garnered
spoils fell from her apron. The pink
in her cheeks deepened. She felt dis
tinctly glad that she had put on her
new maroon house gown.
81 met old Mrs. Barry little while
ngo," he went on, hastily. "She said
you were putting up some Chilli sauce
for me.
"Oh, did she say that I could
not make her understand that it was
for old Mrs. Mary Anne Cot
ter, of the Hollow"
Il say" called a boyish voice.
That you, Mr.. Potter? Never knew
You come to see us before. Say-that
setter you gave me is a daisyl Are
you going to stay to supper? Is he,
Aunt Mora?"
Tiff he will"
"Of course he will" decided the
unconventional nephew of Miss Min
turn. 'Come and see my Safety"
He dragged his captive off il
triumph.
Such supper as Mora got up in Q
short space of time might "tempt a
dying anchorite to eat. The crisr
orolled chicken, with the tiny trans.
parent rolls of bacon surrounding it
the brown French fried potatoes, pip
ing hot; the light, spicy gingerbread
the feathery biscuits; the old fash
iohed strawberry preserves; the fresh
brewed, fragrant tea.
Dick did most of the talking at sup
per-there was no doubt of that.
But when Mora walked down to tn,
gate with Mr.. Potter about min,
o clock, he had two jars of the Chill
sauce, which at supper he had Sc
praised, under his arm.
Mora, he said, 81 have seldom
seen you for many years, although ",