Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1900-06-04
with laugh that did the bishop good

my kGOWIedgeE asked the bishop, and
Felicia looked so like that beautiful,
clean, educated, refined world he once
knew that he might be pardoned for
seeing in her something of the old para
disc, although, to speak truth for the
bishop, he had no desire to go back to
it again.
"WeI dear bishop said Felicia,
who had always called him so when
ever they had met, 81 know how over
whelmed you were with your work.
did not want to burden you with my
plans, and, besides, I am going to offer
! you my services. Indeed / was just on
my way to see you and ask your advice.
/ am settled here for the present with
Mrs. Bascom, a saleswoman who rents
our three rooms, and with one of Ra-
chefs music pupils, who is being helped
to course in violin by Virginia Page.
She is from the people, - continued Fe-
licia, using the words ''from the peo-
ple'' so gravely and unconsciously that
the bishop smiled, land I am keeping
house for her and at the same time be-
ginning an experiment in pure food for
the masses. l am an expert, and [ have
plan I want you to admire and de-
velop Will you, dear bishop"
'Indeed 1 will, - replied the bishop.
The sight of Felicia and her remarkable
vitality, enthusiasm and evident pur
pose almost bewi1dered him.
martha can help at the settlement
with her violin, and I will help with
my messes. You see, I thought would
get settled first and work out something
and then come -wrti ttf ssone real thing to
o4f obi 10
now"
'You are?" The bishop said it lit
tie incredulously. Glow? Making those
things? ?"
g Those thingsl''' said Felicia, with
a show of indignation. 81 would have
you know, sir, that those things are
the best cooked, purest food products in
this whole city"
81 don't doubt it,, said the bishop !
hastily. while his eyes twinkled ''Sti1L, /
the proof Of the pudding Y II know !
the rest.
''Come i'll and try some" exclaimed .
Felicia. 'You poor BISHOP You look .
as if you hadn't had a good meal for
month. .
She insisted on the bishops entering
the little front room where Martha, a
wide awake girl with short curly hair :
and an unnlistakable air Of music about /
her, was busy with practice.
$50 right on, Martha. This is the |
bishop You have heard me speak of /
him So often. Sit down here and let me
give you Il taste Of the feshpots of
Egypt, for | believe you have been &C
tually fasting
So Felicia and the bishop had an i'm !
provised lunch, and the bishop, who, to !
tell the truth, had not taken time for
weeks to enjoy his meals, Toasted on the .
delight of his unexpected discovery and
was able to express his establishment
and qualification at the quality of the
cookery
ST thought you would at least say 1t
was as good as the meals you used to
get at the Auditorium at the big BAD
quets,'' said Felicia slyly. i
''As good as!' The Auditorium ban !
quets were simply hUsks compared to
this one, Felicia. But you mast come .
to the settlement. l want you to see
what we are doing. And 1 am simply :
asto1,ished to find you here EARNING
your living this way. l begin to see |
what your plan is. You can De Of in
finite help 80 Us. You don really mean
that you will live here and help these .
people to know the value of good food?"
Indeed [ do Felicia answered
gravely. THAT is my gospel. Shall I
not follow it?''
"Aye, ayei You re right. Bless God .
for sense like yours. When I left the
world the bishop smiled at the phrase :
-''they were talking a good deal about .
the new woman. If you are one of
them, I am a convert right now and /
here.
'Flattery still Is there no escape
from it even in the slums of Chicago?"
Felicia laughed again, and the bishops
heart, heavy though it had grown dur
ing several months Of vast sin bearing,
rejoiced to hear it. 1t sounded good 1t
was good, It belonged to God.
Felicia wanted to visit the settlement
and went back with the bishop. She
was amazed at the results of what con-
siderable money and a good deal Of con-
secrated brains had done. AS they walk
ed through the building they talked in
cessantly. Felicia was the incarnation
of vital enthusiasm. Even the bishop
wondered at the exhibition of it as it
dubbed up and sparkled over
They went down into the basement,
and the bishop pushed open the door,
from behind which came the sound of a
carpenters plane. It was a small but
well equipped carpenters shop. A
young man with a paper cap on his
head and clad in blouse and overalls
was whistling and driving the plane as
he whistled. He looked up as the bishop
and Felicia entered and took off his cap.
AS he did so his little finger carried