Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1900-12-17
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Chilli SAUCE :
HOW BARSTOW BROWN :
AND ELVIRY RICHARDS
CAME TOGETHER.
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The household art is the only dover


Can you find the roof and earn the flour?
Then can make home and sweet white bread!
-Harper's.
The last scarlet bar of the gorgeous
autumn sunset was fading out behind
the tall poplars along Turkey creek
when Barstow Browns creaking old
farm wagon turned the corner of the
road which led to his lonely and ill
kept home.
"There's the light a-burnin already
In Mis- Elviry Richards window" he
commented. at does git dark awful
early nights now. Seems like hern's
the cleanest KEEP an the cheerfulest
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 beacon-a star. 1t made Farmer
Brown think in admirlng but unformu-
lated fashion of steadfast love-pure,
unwavering, brilliant. 1t attracted
him. 1t drew him-the worn and
harassed body and soul of him. Uncon-
sciously he frightened the reins. But it
was not until the plodding horses
stood still in response that he wen-
dered whether he might venture in
and what excuse he could give for his
visit.
Suddenly he lifted his head and
sniffed-once. twice. Then he hurried
ly twisted the rens around the whip
stock and clambered down from the
high seat Swiftly, soundlessly, ex-
cuse and encouragement had come to
HMM the guise of an odor at that.
Chill sauce! If she amt a-makin
chilli sauce" He was hurryng up the
short path to the front door, at which
he knocked. "I'll tell her want the re-
ceipt for Susie Reilly to make some
by. That's the ticket! Oh, howdy, Mis-
Richards! | was goin home from mill
an the incest smell come a-noatn
down the road! Seemed s If | was
back in mothers again, an she was
putin up chilli sauce" He sighed and
moistened his lips at the recollection.
$50 | thought I'd come in an find how
you make it, Our ripe tomatoes amt
all gone yet. Maybe Susie Reilly could
make quart or so!'
Forty placid and benignant summers
had passed over the brown head of
EKira Richards but where was the
girl along Turkey creek who carried
herself with more grace and dignity,
and, what matron could boast such q
fresh complexion and bright eyes as
shet
"To be sure!' she cried heartily.
trl, In, S,i
drew forward the best rocking chair,
with the Battenberg tides on the en-
treating red plush arms.
"'Tisnt much | need make, livn
alone as do, but good storeroom is
fine thing to fall back on. You'd need
lot in your house I'm thinkin. I'll
give you the receipt with pleasure, an
jar to take home for Susie to taste
by. How does she get on, Mr. Brownw
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 shlftless. Seems like
the work allus keeps a bit ahead Of
. her Seems like she can no more catch
up with it than-than she could with
a cottontail. But she means we'll Most
shiftless folks allus means well. | got
to be movin." He rose reluctantly.
"The young ones, they'll be a-mssn
me-
LANDS sake, now, an you couldn't
wait till ! make you 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 agettln it? Why, Of
course. Mr. Brown
Twiltering and stepping brisLly.
Miss Elvira tripped ahead, aud Bar
stow Brown plodded after He was
aghast at his own temerity, but the
appetizing smell of the chilli sauce
drew him to the kitchen as the white
brillance of the lamp had drawn him
to the parlor.
MY" He breathed and stopped
short. "This BEATS He was looking
around the gayest, coZiest, 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. to the shining plates on
the dresser. the row of crimson filled
glass Jars on the table, the dishpan
that glttered like silver and the cat
asleep on the braided mat, all things
bespoke industry energy, comfort.
Something in his attitude of timidi-
ty, in his look of wonder, that was al
most one of awe; in his neglected per-
sonal appearance, went straight to the
woman's warm heart of Miss Elvira
Richards. He had been such spruce,