The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1895-05-23
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Mrs. Barry did mot 5hear hinL She
/ mpmbled on, however, and he listened.
"Says to her, when I happened in
there just now, BE you goin' to eat all
that chilli sauce yourself this winter?'
| An she lowed that she was maxim
some of it for you. Now, If your help
Amt able to do that much iithout your
givin' 1t out, just think it 'ud pay you
to have James Eliza do your cookin'."
Mr. Potter nodded lenient1y. He
| swerved his horse to one side, smiled
back at Mrs. Barry3and rode on Mora
Minturn making his favorite beefsteak
| accompaniment for him!
OF course there was a mistake some
where. But chilli sauce! He could not
remember when he had tasted it. To
be sure, his housekeeper was not an
adept at preparing table delicacies.
Why he turned his horses head out
of the road leading to the Hall and rode
down that which led to the Minturn
homestead he could not have told to
save his life Indeed, he was not aware
that he had done SO until the tempting
Odor Of the sliced tomatoes asSailed his
nostrils, and at the same second he
caught sight Of Miss Minturn in her
garden, shipping away at some belated
blooms Of marigold phlox, honeysuckle
and nignonette.
So familiar the scene! So sweet and
peaceful the place! So suggestive of
home the trim form moving amonggthe.
Mithering gbqsf1est Could lit be that
twelve years had elapsed since he came
here to visit his sweetheart? He swung
down, secured Kate to the gate-post
and walked up the path.
."Moran' he said as he neared her.
She Strengthened up. Her garnered
espoilsfeA from her apron. The pink in
her cheeks sdeepened. She felt distinct
~ glad that she had put on her new
maroon house gown. ......>
st met old Mrs. Barry a little while
ago." he went on hastily. 'She said you
were putting up some chilli sauce for
me- .'-..
"Oh, did she say that? could not
make her understand that it was for
old Mrs. Cotter-Mary Ann Cottef of
the Hollow -- j.
"I say!' called a boyish voice-"that
you, Mr.. Potter?- Never knew you come
up here before. Say-that setter you
gaNesaee is a daisy! Are you going to
stay 70 supper? Is he, Aunt Mora?"
coaxinafye. -s ~-,
"If-he will
"Of course he will, . decided the un-
conventional nephew of Miss Minturn.
Come and see my safety
He dragged his captive off in tri-
umph. Such a supper as Mora got up
in. a Short space of time might 3'tempt
a dying anchorite to eat The crisp
broiled chicken, with the tiny, trans
parent rolls Of bacon surrounding it;
the brown French fried potatoes, pip
ing hot;S the fight, spicy gingerbread;
the feathery biscuit, the old-fashioned
strawberry preserves; the fresh
brewed, fragrant tea. ~sr -~- r
Dick did most of the talking at sup
per-there was NO doubt of that. But
when MoraS walked down Ito the gate
With Mr.. Potter about 8 O'Clock, he had
two jars Of the chill sauce, which at
supper he had 50 praised. under his
arm. -. ! s..z.a ------------~
yNogssx hsEaiqsS"FhaR seldom seen
YOU form hyl years. ! although we have
lived SO near together. I am glad Of
this chance to say how sorryI have
often p ensfor my ictatorial tone that
time years agp Y we ssgYhplly in the
''No-no! 1 was too self-concentrat-
ed, It was, I who was wrong. ''4z--'~
81 tfMora, lis 1T too late to forgive, forget
and amend now?"
L She held out her hands to him. He
had to put the two jars of chill sauce
down on the 4gate-post to take them.
Kate neighed impatiently. Dick called
from the lighted doorway. Around the
Yreunited Jloters3 closed the darkness,
sweet with a Thousand delicious au-
tumnal scents.
Guess, AUNT Mora, =. grhunted Dick,
disdainfully, next morning, ''Mr Pot
ter didn't care much for your chilli
sauce, for all he begged for it so. He
went offTlast night and left the jars
you gFgagey him standing on the gate
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