The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1895-05-23

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It might be chilli sauce.''
Miss Minturn, in trim gown Of dark
blue prifat protected, by a great "bib'
apron Of Turkey red calico, nodded and
smiled, as she placed q chair for her
unceremonious visitor
AS a rule people in Tattleton were
averse to exercising their lungs for the
benefit of Mrs. Barry. It was 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 filed with the
pungent, crimson, appetizing mixture.
Miss Minturn felt that nod and We
racity would now be at variance So
she turned, toward cher qpestioner>, and
Called out Joud and elear$ II Lt
mo Much of this is for a person who
has such. an attack of rheuna tisln she
could not pick the tomatoes and onions
and peppers and put them in herself
Mrs Barry continued to look at her
b1anldy and inquirir8ly. Mora Mint
uln went close up to her. -~ea~~
Part of the sauce" she exclaimed
close to the ear Of her guest, sis for
Mary Ann Cotter, who lives in the Hol-
low"
Il should think his help could do that
much cookfn' for him!" declared the old
lady "He keeps enough of. EN-. I
alias 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
ried years ago, seem you was sparkin'
so long"
Mora smiled as she noticedshow the
old woman had COMPOUNDED the two
names. which until this moment had
never $! rlck her as being similar.
j eaf5- Mary Ann Cdtter Jof the Hol-
low, Mrs. Rarry!" she shouted.
The old woman flung up her hands
with a gesture of irritation. 1885,
I'm a little hard O hearin' allow
but [ amt so deaf that I amt herd
what you said. Some O. that there
good-smeIlin' chilli sauce is for Marion
Potter Of the. EEaall.zsaNow you see.''r q.
Miss hIntnrf4 smiled as she Went
back to- the stove ana 'fished her nee
bag Of whole spices out of the thick,
red compound. It was useless to i'm
press the truth-to attempt to impress
it, rather-on convinced Mrs. Barry.
But she made her "a 7cUp5sof tear and
brought oiltAsoIne snowy -tea9cakes for
her, delecfatIon9 and Al ened. patiently
and with apparent interest to her bah
BILE. until the prosX- soul took Into
her head to depart and hobbled off
down the white, winding road. g.
A serious look came into Mora Mint
urns face, as she went on sealing up her
chill sauce in the wide-r1outhed@jar rs
she hadTsaged for fh eY purppse.I t
MariorI Potterl 8sogpeople bad not
forgotten about her engagernent to him
twelve years ago. What was the fool
ish trifle about which they had quarT
relied? And she had sent him back his
ring with a few bitter words expressive
of her satisfaction at having discoy-
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 dfscour-
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. ss7zszzg
Walking across the kitchen she re-
garded her reflection in the littlegWal-
nut-bound SInirrprA t0at hung near the
windows The face that looked back at