Democratic messenger. [volume] (Snow Hill, Md.) 1869-1973, 1899-05-06

II The onlookcrS were IN time
Ia see Townsend greet her.
She responded To his salutation
! by Il blow of her cane. which
the young man lodged with n
GOODNESS born of experience.
Seemingly unruiiled by this
reception Townsend went To a
closet in the room. and taking
from il Il chatting dish and eggs
and milk and butter he set
about the preparation of an
omelet
"Wcll, I'll he hanged" said
Chadwick. slow i'm his amaze
ment
"Ry Jovc.. exclaimed Morton,
That the silver dish his mother
sent him ON his birthday |
thought he'd put il in hook
Allen said nothing. but he
felt a twingc of remorsc. for he
had thought so too.
1t required some skill to serve
the meal once il was cooked.
Townsend placed Il small table
before the old lady.
She promptly licked it over.
When at last She was induced
Ia hold the plate she first threw
Il bit of the omclet to the cat
CA libation to the Fells,
whispered Grimston who had
taken honorS i'm classics AMI
antiquititsl. and then ilung
her frock into the fire. Town
send rescued it and substituted
IL spoon which seemed more to
his patients fancy.
70 air the ovcrhcated room
Townsend opened the window
directly over their heads as
they squatted on the ground.
He lifted the curtain higher and
looked out blindly into the
darkness. Allen thought that
he heard him sigh. So did
Morton. Morton was Il just
little man when once he was
convinced.
Il say. fellows. he whisper
ed cXcitedly when Townsend
had been recalled to his duties
by boiling over of the tea
kettle that threatened to put
out the fire in the CRATE Il say.
fellows. don't believe he likes
doing it after all
Townsend had lifted the
kettle from the fire anG was
max ing tea in u brown teapot
with Il broken spout While it
was sleeping he picked up the
pieces of the shattered plate
from the hearth where the old
woman had tossed il when She
had finished her omclct.
"llcrc's your tea, came dis
tinctly the open window Il few
minutes later. Nv hat will YOU
stir it with today -
He turned To Il motley collec-
tion of articles on Il shelf at the
old womans side. She selected
Il toothbrush. at which Town
send was seen by his watchful
friends To make a grimace.
"I'm ready, 20 on, they
heard her say, and Townsend
seated on the tables edge, in
proximity Ia his cooking appur-
tcnances. swung his legs idly
and began to sing The sun
shine of Paradise Alley.
"Well. I'll be hanged, said
Chadwick.
The tea and the music seemed
To have Il composing influence
upon the old woman. The in
ccSsant swaying of her body
ceased. Only the nervous hands
beat continual time with the
toothbrush against the teacup.
Il went through Il pork es-
tablishment the other day. -"
said Townsend. resting his
elbow on his knee and his chin
on his hand. ''and there |
learned the intimate connection
between the rendering of pig
products and the rendering of II
song. | stored the information
i'm my memory to tell YOU.
In rendering pork, YOU know
YOU try the fat, and in render
ing Il song You try the audience.
See: will now illustrate the
rendering Of Il song, he went
on hastily, seeing that his
patient was growing restless in
her effort To understand his
} nonsense
He was singing Ben Bolt in
II highly sentimental manner
and tears were running down
/ his hearers withercd cheeks
when u step in the entry caused
, an instant change in her de
+ mcanor. Springing To her feet,
: she flung her teacup straight
/, at the door. Townsend sprang
/ from the table and caught il
neatly on the fly.
Il