The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1895-06-28

other sniff, las Of
1t might be chilli sauce"
Miss Minturn, in a trim gown of dark
blue print, protected by a great "bib"
apron of Turkey red calico, nodded and
smiled, as she placed a chair for her
eremonioue visitor
AS rule, people in Tattleton were
averse to exercising their lungs for the
benefit of Mrs. Barry. 1t wa almost
impossible to make her hear, and If you
succeeded in doing so, you were more
than liable to be misunderstood.
Air you goin' to eat all that yourself
this winter?" demanded the newcomer,
with her blinking eyes fixed on the big
granite kettle two-thirds filled with the
pungent, crimson, appetizing mixture.
Miss Minturn felt that a nod and We
racity would now be at variance. So
she turned toward her questioner and
called out loud and clear:
mo. Much 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 in herself"
Mrs. Barry continued to look at her
blankly and inquiringly. Mora Mint
urn went close up to her.
Part of the sauce" she exclaimed
close to the ear of her guest, "is for
Mary Ann Cotter, who lives in the Hol-
low"
IT should think his help could do that
much cookin' for him" declared the old
lady. HE keeps enough Of 'em. 1
allus wondered, Mora-seein' as how
the talk has kind o. got round to it
what for was the reason you and Ma
rion Potter Of the Hall didn't get mar
,.s% At,,p yty.t
so long
Mora smiled as she noticed how the
2 old woman had COMPOUNDED the two
names, which until this moment had
never struck her as being similar.
IT said Mary Ann Cotter of the Hol-
low, Mrs Barry!' she shouted.
The old woman flung up her hands
with a gesture of irritation.
I'm little hard o. hearin', allow
but 1 amt so deaf that 1 amt heerd
what you said. Some o. that there
good-smellin' chilli sauce is for Marion
Potter of the Hall. Now you see."
Miss Minturn 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 i'm
press 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 bah
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 Mint
urn's face, las she went on sealing up her
2 chilli sauce in the wide-mouthed jars
she had saved for the purpose.
Marion Potter So people had not
forgotten about her engagement to him
twelve years ago. What was the fool
ish trif1e about which they had quar-
relied? And she had sent him back his
ring with few bitter words expressive
of her satisfaction at having discov-
cred 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 compar-
ing them to Marion Potter, invariably
to their detriment, and had discour-
aged all such attentions. And now
that her mother was dead, and all the
boys were gone and married, and she
lived alone in the cozy little homestead
with only the orphan nephew she was
bringing up, she found it lonely at
times-very lonely.
Walking across the kitchen she re-
garded her reflection in the little wal
nut-bound mirror that hung near the
window. The face that looked back at