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

"Eh? steady, Kate! What were you
talking aNo'N. Nr, Barry?"
Mrs. Ear Cd not hear him. She
mumbled uwever. and he listened.
Says J c". when / happened in
there just now, 'Bc yoa goin' to eat all
that chill sauce yourself this wiiitery
An she lowed that she was maxim
some of 1t FOR you. Now, If your help
amt able 20 do that much ithout your
givin' 1t out, 1 just think ii 'ud pay you
to have Jane Eliza do your cookin'."
Mr.. Potter nodded leniently. He
swerved KS rOr1e to one side, smiled
back at Mrs. Starry and rode on. Mora
Minturn making his favorite beefsteak
accompaniment for him!
OF course there was mistake some
where. But ckili saucei He could not
remember when he had tasted it, To
be sure, his housekeeper was not an
adept at preparing table dellcacieS
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
garden, shipping away at some belated
blooms of marigold, phlox, honeysuckle
and mignonette.
So familiar the scene! So sweet and
peaceful the place.! So suggestive of
home the trim form moving among the
whitening bushes! Could it 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.
"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 distinct
ly glad that she had put on her new
maroon house gown.
II met old Mrs. Barry little while
ago." 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. Cotter-Mary Ann Cotter of
the Hollow"
IT say!' called a boyish voice-"that
you, Mr.. Potter? Never knew you come
up here before. Say-that setter you
gave me is a daisy! Are you going to
stay to supper? Is he, Aunt Mora"
coaxingly.
''If-he will
"Of course he WILL" decided the IN
conventional nephew of Miss Minturn.
Come and see my safety"
He dragged his captive off in tri-
umph. Such q supper as Mora got up
in short space Of time might tempt
dying anchorite to eat" The crisp
broiled chicken, with the tiny, trans
parent rolls Of bacon surrounding 1t;
the brown French fried potatoes, pip
ing hot; the light, spicy gingerbread
the feathery biscuit, the old-fashioned
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 the gate
with Mr.. Potter about o'clock, he had
two jars of the chilli sauce, which at
supper he had so praised, under his
; arm.
"Mora," he said, II have seldom seen
you for many years, although we have
lived so near together. 1 am glad of
this chance to say how sorry 1 have
often been for my dictatorial tone that
time, years ago. 1 was wholly in the
| wrong"
Mono! I was too self-concentrat-
ed. 1t was l who was wrong"
Mora, is it too late to forgive, forget
and amend now?"
She held out her hands to him. He
had to put the two jars of chilli sauce
down on the gate-post to take them.
Kate neighed impatiently. Dick called
from the lighted doorway. Around the
! reunited lovers closed the darkness,
sweet with n thousand delicious ALL
tumnal scents.
Guess, Aunt Nora" grunted Dick,
disdainfully, next morning, "Mr. Pot
ter didn't care much for your chill
sauce, for all he begged for it so. He
went off last night and left the jars
you gave him standing on the gate
post"