The Olneyville tribune. (Providence, R.I.) 1893-189?, 1894-04-21
DEL|a'S VEIL Pies.
He's coming. Deeley."

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I've said !"
Della laughed as she emerged from
the closet. II don't believe | want
10 hear any more about Deacon
Browns widowed son-in-law," she
said.
He's coming next week with the
baby and nurse. >" -,
Let him come. The baby will be
q comfort to Mrs. Brown"
"P'raps he'll let her keep it. If
he should marry again, Deeley, the
second wife"
Now, mother" said Della, inter
rupting her by putting both hands
upon her cheeks and turning her face
toward the light, 81 understand you
perfectly. But"
Now, Deeley, amt no match
maker at all. Only"
"Only you'd like me to marry the
rich widower, with the encumbrance
OF baby less than two years old. !
understand YOU, mother mine"
Mrs. Brigham colored under Della $
searching glances. She felt n pain
ful consciousness that she had been
too careless in the disclosure OF her
thought, Hes rich. Maybe he'll
take fancy to my Dceley."
She looked up ut Della almost be-
seechingly. Deeley was "odd, the
married sisters asserted, but this
criticism Of her youngest the mother
resented. Deeley was bit master
ful, perhaps, but that was her fault,
DOT Deeley's $, she reflected.
Confess" said Della.
Now, Deeley, when all ! said"
well, well" said Della, with n
kiss, wen let the widower drop into
oblivion. Only, mother mine, | do
not want my name connected with
his. So do not let our neighbors
even hint at such n thing TO you.
And-now listen, dear you r~ce not
TO try to bring together two people
who do not want to know each
other"
II do know why you say that,
Deeley. He's likely man an well
TO do"
There is such n thing rs hearing
too much about person, said De-
liza. Don't mention his name again,
please, mother. I'm sick Of a para
gon by the name Of Carlton st. John.
Such namel scornfully.
She glanced at the clock as she
spoke.
Goodness !" she exclaimed, cit is
past tent How provoking! thought
we'd have roast veal for dinner, but
il is too late. | shall have to make n
veal pie"
I'D make it in the big pie-dish,
Deeley. wouldn't wonder mite
if one OF the girls dropped in about
dinner time. I've kind o felt il in
my bones that something would hap
pen fore sundown.
"I'll make it in the big dish. There
shall be plenty. I'll go for the veal
now"
This was another OF Delia's oddities.
To do ones own marketing was pro-
per thing but to bring home brown
paper parcels, or baskets packed with
groceries was not feminine, the sis
terhood declared
An hour later Della stood at the
table rolling out the rich undercrust,
in the making Of which she excelled.
Over the slow fire simmered the veal
while by the north window sat her
mother pairing potatoes.
Mrs. Brigham was unwontedly
silent. She was sore over her defeat,
for so she considered it, How could
she have been so careless, she asked
herself. Did she not know from past
humilating experiences how "set"
Deeley could be?
She wss therefore very silent.
Suddenly she dropped her knife upon
the floor. Land, Deeley!" she cried
there's fire somewhere Don't you
hear the bells n ringing"
She jumped up and ran to the south
window and looked from it eagerly.
A fire was always a pleasurable ex-
citement to her. She often felt inn
patient with Deeley for being cool and
self-contained.
Il can't see mite o. smoke" she
said.
go out on the veranda," advised
Della.
Nothing 10th, Mrs. Brigham threw
her apron over her head and left the
room. In n moment she returned.
'Oh, oh, Deeley" she painted, "it' S
here! The fires here It's our own
roof
Nonsense " said Della, sharply.
Whoever told you that was joking
Our roof on fire! Well, | guess SOL
guess we shall know when our owr
roof gets on fire without having to be
told"
"Spen-Spencer Field said-said-
So" said her mother, who was now
sobbing.
Spencer Field is a simpleton =
replied Della.
Nevertheless she ran out into tn,
back yard. A half-dozen men STOOD
there, looking up at the house-roof
One Of them spoke reassuringly.
"The engine III be here directly
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