The citizen., 1900-11-30
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"u'''i''.i S"''N'' WIS i'''"S "ui b'hIhd
'ne TAN P'Pl'rS al"h@ turkey creek
When BarStoW browns crcaking old
farm wagon turned the corner of the
road which led to his lonely and i'll
kept home
There's the light a-hurun already
in Mis- Elyiry Richards window" he
commented 1T does cit dark awful
early nights now. Seems like hcrn's
the cleaneSt KEEP an the chccrfulcst
lamp in the hull township"
And indeed it did seem to illuminate
with its friendly radiance the little one
story house by the roadside. 1t looked
like a beacon a star It made Farmer
Brown think in admiring but uuformu-
lated fashion of steadraSt lovc-purc.
unwavering brilliant. 1t attracted
him. II drew hm-thc worn and
haraSSed body and soul of him. Uncun-
sciouSly he tightcncd tho "pins. But it
was not until the ploling horses
stood still in response that lie won
dered whether he might venture i'm
and what excuse he could give for his
visit.
Suddenly he lifted his head and
sniffed-once twice Then h" hurried
ly twisted the reiuS around the whip
stock and clamhcrcd down from the
high seat. Swiftly. soundlcssly. OK
cuse and encouragement had come to
him-in the guisc Of an odor at that.
Chill sauce! If she amt a-makin
chilli sauce," lie was hurryjug up tho
short path to the front door. mt which
he knocked. I'm ten her want the re-
ceipt for Susie Reilly to make some
by. That's the ticket. oh howdy. Mis-
Richards! | was eoin home from mill
an the incest smell come a-noatn
down the road, Seemed s if | was
ba2lS-in mothers again, an She was
putin up chilli sauce He sighed and
moisteued his lips at the recollection.
$50 | thought I'd come in an find how
you make it. our ripe tomatoes ain't
all gone yet. Maybe Susie Reilly could
make Il quart or sor'
Forty placid and benignant summers
had passed over the brown head Of
Elvra Richards. but where was the
girl along Turkey creek who carried
herself with more grace and dignity.
and what matron could hoaSt such a
fresh complexion and bright eyes as
shet
"To be surcr she cried heartily.
"You come right in. Mr. Brown" She
drew forward the best rocking chair
with the Battcnberg tides on the en-
treating red plush arms.
"'Tisn't much | need make. liyin
alone as do, but a good storeroom is
n fine thing to fall back on. You'd need
a lot in your house, I'm thinkin I'll
give you the receipt with pleasure. an
a Jar to take home for Susie to taste
by. How does she get on, Mr. Brown
Barstow Brown looked around the
bright little room. at the shining glass
lamp with the red flannel wick, which
stood behind the row of freshly potted
geranium slips in the recessed window,
then back at the plump. white aproned
figure opposite.
"Not too well, Mis- Richards She's
kind of shiftless. 1t comes natural to
some folks to be shiftlesS. Seems like
the work allus keeps bit ahead If
her. Seems like She can no more catch
up with it than-than She could with
a cottontail. But she means well. Most
shiftless folks alluS means well. got
to be movin." He rose reluctantly.
"The young ones, they'll he a-missin
me"
LANDS sake, now, an you couldn't
wait till | make you a cup of coffee?
No? That's too bad. Wait till | get
you the chilli sauce, anyhow What's
that? Could you come out to the kitch-
en- while I'm a-gcttin It? Why. Of
course, Mr. Brown
Twitterlng and stepping briskly.
iss Elvira trpped ahead and Bar
Av Brown plodded after He was
d hist at his own temeritv. but the
appetizing smell Of the chilli sauce
drew him to the kitchen as the white
brilliance of the lamp had drawn him
to the parlor
"Myr He breathed and stopped
short "This beats He was looking
around the gaycst. coziost. most i'm
maculate little kitchen he had ever be-
held. From the black mirror Of a
stove, with its golden grin through the .
opened draft to the shining plates on