The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1876-1909, 1895-07-27

10 you suppose there Won't be any
~tableaux, Hip" asked Addie Luella
breathlessly.
"Oh, 'Gusta don't know anything
about it yet, of course, nor her mother
either. l saw them driving arount
this morning with that pair of spank
ing bays and a new carriage. l sup
pose he thinks he m~ustkeep up appear
ances."
I'm glad we don't have to-" said
Mrs. Tibbetts, drawing a long breath.
Il declare, if we have gone such
difrunt ways I feel a nearness to AIDE,
line when she's in trouble. Kind OF
queer that l was thinkin' of her this
mornin'. expect twas because seem
them cowslips in a peddler's wagon
fetched old times right back to me. ]
run right out and bought all he had
and now don't know as 1 know exact
ly what to do with 'em all Your
father used to like a mess of pork and
green's"
Addie Luella sighed heavily; but she
helped herself to all the blossoms, and
made of her boudoir what her friend,
Trixy Wainwright, called a symphony
in yellow with them, and filled a great
punch bowl with them to decorate the
dinner table. Ma" said she loved to
smell posies when she was eating; but
she didn't like the candles with which
Addie Luella persisted in lighting the
table; she said candles were ''old-fash-
Toned in East Macedony when she was
a girl, and what was the sense of
havin' EN- when they had electric
lights?"
Pa" looked askance at the cowslip
greens: he said he used to like 'em
when he was a boy; but he guessed
with his dyspepsy he wouldn't resk it.
Mrs. Tibbetts looked at the neglected
dish of greens and had an inspiration
(she kept it private. as she did many of
her inspirations, lest they should be
frowned upon by Addie Luella). She
put some of the greens, with a slice of
pork on the top, into a dish of the old
clover-leaf china that was her mothers
they seemed to belong in something
old-fashioned-and sent them to Miss
Lucretia Lund, who had come from
Maine to keep house for her brother.
She placed the dish in a dainty basket
and slipped a card inside conveying
her compliments: that would impart a
little air of style to the affair. which
vas desirable in view of the fact hat
Addie Luella might find it out.
'COwslip green's from Mrs. Hiram
Tibbetts; that's what the servant said"
Miss Lucretia Lund took the clover
leaf china cover off the dish and
shifted daintily. Then she looked
across the table at her brother-for the
basket had been brought in while they
were at dinner-and made a wry face.
'HOf course it's very kind of her, but
what queer messes these western peo-
pie do have she said. For Miss Luz
cretia was only about thirty, had lived
In a Maine city, and never in her life
had heard of cOwslip greens. I'VE
can't eat them-pork, just think of it!
But it seems they're a delicacy; and 1
think I'll send them around to Mrs.
Parker, who sent me that delicious
pineapple preserve; it is SO much the
fashion here to send dainties about"
"Cowslip greens, with my compli-
ments to Mrs. Parker, Mike" she said
to her servant, and dispatched the bas-
ket, all unwilling of the lard which
Mrs. Tibbetts had slipped into it.
The Parkers were dining when the
basket arrived; but the meal was a
hurried one, beca use one of the chill
dren had been taken suddenly i'll with
tonsilitis.
"Cowslip greens? lear me, 1 don't
Z l-,o,, ,-l,% +l,,.o r, - eo;I Mac De-
ker; but l am sure they must be very
nice, for Miss Lund is a fine house
keeper. We don't care for greens at
all; l think I'll send them around to
Mrs. Parkhurst. Her mother, a very
old lady from Maine, is visiting her,
and pork and greens are SO old-fssh-
toned"
Mrs. Parker didn't see Mrs. Tibbetts'
| card in the basket. and her messenger,
who was sent for the doctor at .he
same time, gave the basket to one
of the ~Parkhursts' maids without any
explanation. The Parkhurst family
had got to their after-dinner coffee by
the time the basket reached them. As
it had come mysteriously, Mrs. Park
hurst looked for some token of the
donor, and found the card.
She uttered an exclamation of sur
prise, and her face flushed as she read
the name aloud.
"Augusty Tibbetts! why Adeline-
why Adeline! and cowslip greens, in
the clover-leaf chiny that was her
mother's-the chiny that Augusty
Pritchard had when he married Nahum
French! It's just as if twas yes
tidday." The wrinkled hands that
lifted the clover-leaf china cover trem-
bled visibly, and a tea came near fall
ing upon the pork and green's Grand
ma was childish, the Parkhurst chill
dren thought.
Il don't see how she came to do it."
murmured Mrs. Parkhurst.
Its holdin' out the olive branch,
Adeline, and it amt Christian not to
take it sol" said the old woman,
brokenly. Life is too short for lastin'
bitterness; we was young together.
and like own folks! Why, Enoch and
Hiram Tibbetts are own folks"
"'ShT Mrs. Parkhurst laid her hand
on her mothers, and glanced warning
ly at her husband.
They're the kind that hold a grudge !
both of them" she said, in a low