The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1900-11-15


.he can enjoy it! Stop. | have tiles
sic, run and put your things right on;
I'll take care of Mary for you. Then
you can tell your mother not to hurry
you know"
Il don't quite think mamma would
/ like it," said Jessie. hesitatingly.
"Oh, nonsense! Run right off and
get ready; your mother won't mind"
| Jessie knew that her mother would
mind" but Mrs. Bottoms words had
called up vision for her, too-not so
much of trees and babbling brooks"
as of certain handsome dark head,
bending low to catch her lightest word.
Would YOU mind it so very much
If | went?' she asked leaning over
her sisters couch. you have had your
beef-tea.'
$50 if you like" was all that Mary
could bring herself to say. 1t was hor-
ribly selfish, she felt, to wish poor
Jessie to stay away from that glorious
outer world; but then, it was hard to
be left alone with Mrs. Bolton.
But Jessie was glad of any permits
| sion, and hurried off.
| Mrs. Bolton spent the next 10 or IS
minutes in STRENGTHENING up the
ROOM" as she called it--a process
which nearly drove poor Mary frantic.
Then came the sound of rapid wheels
in the quiet street. and Mrs. Caruthers
entered, saying:
Put on your hat, Jessie; Lawrence
is waiting for you"
Jessie has gone, mamma; didn't
you meet her?"
There was nothing to be done but
to go to the door and tell Lawrence
Steele that the bird had flown. Jessie
must have gone by the foot path, and
so could not be overtaken by We
hicle.
Il suppose Miss Jessie did not care
to go with mel" exclaimed Lawrence,
testify. "She must have known | was
sure to come for her!" And giving his
| horse a sharp cut with the whip. he
dashed off.
For, unfortunately. the possessors
of handsome dark heads are not al
ways the possessors of angelic tenn
pers, and in general do not like to
have their little plans interfered with.
As Mrs. Caruthers reentered the
J room, Mrs. Bolton rose to go.
Il believe | will step on and help
them at the picnic" she remarked. as
she put on her bonnet. 81 daresay
cyou can spare me now, Mary, since
your mother has come. But | won't
dine there, of course, as | was not
| invited"
Cood-bys were exchanged, and off
she went
Il am so sorry about Lawrence. "
said Mrs. Caruthers, when she heard
| the front door slam. lie seemed
really hurt. | think he admires Jes-
sie-and it would be such q rood
match for her; uneXceptionable in
every way"
at is too bad!" responded Mary:
and the mother and daughter re-
NAMED gazing gloomily at the floor
much as they might have done if the
best china teaset lay there in frag-
mentS before them.
Our friend iourneyed complacently
on; but the way was long. and when
she reached her destination she was
chagrined to find that the prepare
tionS for dinner were nearly com.
! pleted. Two or three ladies were un-
! packing the last basket, and assured
her that there was nothing more to
| be done
what a pity that I came so late!
! she said. regretfuly. Still. I'll walk
around and see If all is right Some
body may have forgotten something
The ladies were SO sure that moth,
ing had been forgotten that they al
lowed her to walk around unattended
But in the course of her ,perambula-
tons she came upon great bowl
of crisp lettuce leaves, set away in a
shady place that seemed to do duty
as a side table. Near it reposed a
smaller bowl with quantity Of the
cream mayonnaise, on which young
Mrs. Naneer so justly prided herself
Mrs. Naneer had taken charge of the
salad, and had made up her mind that
it should be served in her style.
"Now. just see!" said Mrs. Bolton
to herself. "The chicken salad is not
even cut up! and as for the dressir 2.
it is entirely too thick. 1t ought to
be thinned down with at least "A pint
of vinegar"
\ knife and fork and a large dish
Of sliced ham were temptingly at
hand-Mrs. Bolton was quick work.
er-and in a very short time the ham
gcther. saturated with the mayor.
and the lettuce were cut up, mixed TO.
naise (Which had been duly "thinned
down" with the contents of the VIM
egar bottle), and patted neatly into
shape in the big bowl, in which it
rose like a smooth, round topped
green and pink hill.
"lf ! only had some sliced bees and
turnips and some hard-boiled eggs"
she sighed, how prettily | could trim
it for them! But I've done the best
! could must slip off now before
they try to stop me. Goodness gra-
cious, Jessie Caruthers. what start