Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1895-05-09

her fingers with little articles for
their amusement.
1t was the last evening Of their
stay. Tom and his friend had pro-
longed the pleasant visit to the last
hour. Herbert's business had not
been 30 pressing % the others. and
he would gladly have remained
longer; but OF course he felt bound
to return when they did.
1t was . terrible night. The rain,
which had had been falling during
the afternoon, came down In tor
rents. There was no prospect of
anything better In the morning.
Nevertheless they must leave on the
early train.
Herbert had accompanied Tom
down to the basement, In q hunt for
sundry rubber coats and overshoes.
They were about to enter the kitchen
to make inquiries Of Bridget. when a
wall, as of the greatest grief and de-
spair escaped that worthy's lips.
Herbert started back with look OF
much anxiety. Tom whispered:
Nothing Of much consequence
Something has gone wrong with her.
Stand back little and be quiet; we
shall soon know the trouble"
And soon it was as Tom predicted.
Bridget groaned forth:
Tin o'clock! Obi bad luck to
him! an he'll not come tonight
An it's Bridget OGrady's reputation
as cook will be ruined by haste
of butcher"
Just then the listeners attention
was directed from Bridget by the
sound Of light footsteps coming down
the stairs. Further back into the
shade they drew, as the kitchen door
opened, and they heard the pleasant
voice of Miss Delmar. asking:
"Can have some hot water,
Bridget"
Bridget Immediately poured out
her grief to Louise, who at once un-
dertook to help get breakfast which
should sustain the reputation Of the
kitchen; out of the scanty materials
on hand, and ended by saying:
1--WE will give the gentlemen very
nice breakfast, Bridget"
1T strikes me, Tom, we are learn
ing some secrets in the culinary art
in a rather questionable way. !
think we had better retire." said
| Herbert.
The next morning when Herbert
entered the breakfast room, he felt a
little curiosity to see the result OF
Miss Delmar's debut in Bridget's do
main.
AS he had hoped, the object of his
thoughts that morning, and dreams
the night before, was waiting at the
table to preside at the breakfast,
which, to Herbert's mind, was the
most delightful in his life.
Louise was charming in her simple
morning toilet. Bridget was the
picture of good humor. And how
could she be otherwise? The break
fast was perfect success. The fra
grant coffee; the rice cakes, so light
and crisp; an omelet beautiful to
look at, and delicious to taste; q
dish of delicate and tempting looking
little articles, which the young gen.
tlemen seemed to relish very highly.
Louise laughingly called them won
ders," and Herbert was sure they
were the result of Bridget's attack on
the much abused cham bone"
The time for leaving came. 1t was
severe trial for Herbert, to go with
out whispering word of tenderness.
There was such wistful earnestness
in his eyes, as they fingered so long
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he loved her, and wondered why he
did not tell her SO. In the hall the
young gentlemen called Bridget to
thank her for the very nice break
fast she had given them at such a
very unreasonable hour.
Bridget, looking at the notes that
were placed in her hand, hesitated a
moment and then exclaimed ~
Eyes, it's your dollars I'll take.
for she's not wantin' for them, an
thank We. But it's the reputation
and credit that Bridget O'Grady will
take from no one. The breakfast was
none Of me doin'. Miss Louise it
was; and all out of ham bone and
q bit OF nothing she made the ille-
CANT breakfast. It's a jewel she is !!
Sure, an it's lucky mar that gets
her, it is !"
Herbert's heart fully respo nded
to Bridget's praises.
Immediately after his arrival home,
he gave his mother full account of
his visit. But think most likely
she made full allowance for a lover s
enthusiasm.
That evening, after business, Tom
called.
Hunting for something in his
pocket, he drew forth letter, and
said:
I. There! / declare this is too bad
/ promised Miss Delmar to deliver
this tonight. forgot all about it.
It's too late now, and it is fully q
mile from here"
ITO Mrs Courtney's2" asked Her.
bert.
"Oh mol Mrs. Agatha Fosters,
50th street."
1.-The name is very familiar" said
Mrs. Hawley. "Ah, / remember;
knew her several years ago. Once,
have heard she was in very comfort.
able circumstances but meeting
with sad reverses, she became house
keeper in the Courtney family"
A bright thought came to Mrs
Hawley then. From Mrs. Foster she
could learn all about Miss Delmar.
"Mr. Mayo" she said, 'if you
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