Richmond daily palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1876-1904, 1900-11-24

! kfnd or snffTfe<s- - comes HsthfaA 80
some folks 10 be shifJless- Seems Ike
| the work allus keeps bit ahead Il
I her Seems like she can no more catch
4 up with II than-than she could with
a cottontaIl But she means We'll Most
I shiftless folks aiIus means well got
10 be movin.~ He rose reluctantly
The young ones. they'll be a-missin
me-"
Lands sake. now an you couidn't
wait Till | make you a cup OF coffee :
No: That's too bad. Wait till ! get
you the chill sauce, anyhow. What :
I that? Could you come out 10 the kitch-
en- while I'm a gettin it: why, Of
course. Mr.. Brown"
Twitterfng and stepping brtskly
Miss Elvira tripped ahead. and Bar
stow Brown plodded after. He was
aghast at his own temerity, but the
appetizing spell OF the chilli sauce
drew him TO the kitchen as the white
brilliance Of the lamp had drawn him
to the parlor.
My" He breathed and stopped
short. This beats He was looking
around the gayest. contest. most i'm
maculate little kitchen he had ever be
held. From the black mirror OF
stove. with its golden grin through the
opened draft. 10 the shining plates on
the dresser the row of crimson filed
glass jars on the table. the dishpan
that glittered like silver and the cat
asleep on the braided mat all things
bespoke industry. energy. comfort.
Something in his attitude of timidi
". In his look IF wonder, that was al
most one of awe; in his neglected per
sonal appearance, Went straight 10 the
woman's warm heart of Miss Elvira
Richards. He had been such spruce,
good looking fellow II years ago, Her
glance. that was keen If kindly, noted
all things the shirt. with the band all
gone; the coat. with holes at the ell
bows: more than all. the hollows at
his temples and in his cheeks Those
and the weak tears that came into his
eyes, She busted herself writing out
the recipe-and talking
1t amt any too easy. guess, with
only Susie She never was a hand To
look after children an there's three
to your place. | expect il amt been
like home since since Cyrilla went
away"
Barstow Brown was silent 1t had
not been happy home before Cyrilla
died But he could not tell Miss Rich
ards that. No, nor any one else. Only
he had meant-had honorably meant
TO ask Elyira TO marry him before the
pretty. painted, tlippant little city girl
had come down TO the country town
and taken his tickle heart captive.
Here's the receipt. an here's the
jar. Yes. you must take the big one.
an-why- Barstow"'
For there was a look in his eyes she
had not seen since those happy days
before Cyrilla aired her city graces on
Turkey creek.
I'm good deal of a failure, Elvi-
ry," said Rarstow Brown. Il don't
know but you'll turn me out when you
hear what | been wantin TO say ever
since ii would be right an proper 10
talk that way. But the FARMS a good
one, an the house could be made the
best hercabouts II twas fixed up right,
an the children
They're dear children" declared
Miss Elvira. and she meant ii.
We'll. they like you awful well. You
allus was one TO git around young
sters. I-I'-he dropped his eyes
guess you know what mean. Elyiry-
what WANT
"Of course do she cried cordially
You want the receipt an the chilli
sauce"
Now, Elviryl You know want
your
..wen. you got to take them if you
take mev' Her tone was delightfully."-
coquettish. Il got one in each handr'
He stared at her, eager, half incredu-
lous.
do you mean it-reaIly? There's
been others
There's been Others" Miss Elvira
agreed complacently. but haven't
took any of 'em-have /? There-now,
Barst0w Brown Do behayei | rcck-
on l might git ready in three weeks
but-your team will be clean froz,
waitin. Oh, Barstow, | didn't thinF
twas in you TO act so dreadfully silly
Lands sake, look QUIT Let me set down
this jar of chill sauce any ways, There
-now-goi Itll be all of O'Clock
when you get home-Barstow Brown"
Chicago Tribune.