Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1900-11-29
CHILL SAUCE
HOW .BARSTOW BROWN
AND ELVIRY RICHARDS
CAME TOGETHER.
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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 i'll
kept home. . "A
"There's the light a-burnin already
In Mis- Elviry' Richards window" he
commented. 'It 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 it's friendly radiance the little one
story house by the roadside. 1t looked
like beacon-a star. 1t made Farmer
Brown think in admiring but unforrnu-
lated fashion of steadfast love-pure,
unwavering, brilliant 1t attracted
him, It drew him-the worn and
harassed body and soul of him. Uncon-
sciously he frightened the reins, But it
was not until the piodding horses
stood still in response that he won
dered whether he might venture in
and what excuse he could give for his
visit. ~ H. + e !
Suddenly he lifted his head and
sniffed--once, twice., Then he hurried
ly twisted the reins around the whip
stock and clambered down from the
high seat Swiftly, soundlessly, ex-
cuse and encouragement had, come to
him-in the guise of an odor at that.
"Chili sauce! If she amt a-makin
chilli sauce" He was hurrying 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 I was goin home from mill
an the incest smell come a-foatin
down the road! Seemed S if I was
back in mothers again, an she was
putin up chill 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
Elyira Richards, but where was the
girl along Turkey creek who carried
herself with more grace and dignity.
and what matron could boast such a
fresh complexion and bright eyes as
she! "s:.-s=
''To be surev' she cried heartily.
"You come right in, Mr.. Brown" She
drew forward the best rocking chair,
with the Battenberg tides on the en-,
treating red plush arms.
"'Tisn't much | need make, liyin
alone as ! do. but good storeroom is
a fine thing to fall back on. You'd need
lot in your house, Pm thinkin. II II
give you the receipt with pleasure an
a jar to take home for Susie to taste
by. How does she get on, Mr.. Brown? p
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. II
"Not too we'll, Mis- Richards. She's
, kind of shiftless. 1t comes natural to
some folks to be shiftless. 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 well. Most
shiftless folks a1lus means well. Il got
to be movin." He rose reluctantly.
|The young ones, they'll be a-missin
me-" <tSss
Lands sake, now, an you couldn't
wait till l make you a cup of coffee?
No? That's too bad. Wait till l get
! you the chill sauce, anyhow. What's
that? Could YOU come out to the kitch-s
en- while I'm a-gettin it? Why, Of
course, Mr. BrownY'
Twittering and stepping briskly,
Miss Elvira tripped ahead, and 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
brilliance Of the lamp had drawn him
to the parlor q S
''My!' He breathed and stopped
short. ''This BEATS He was looking
around the gayest, coolest, most i'm
maculate little kitchen he had ever be-
held. From the. black mirror Of u
stove, with it's golden grin through the
opened draft, to the shining plates Oh.
the dresser, the row Of crimsoA 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 timidis5
ty, In his look Of wonder, that was al
most one Of awe; il his neglected per-
sonal appearance, went straig ht to the
woman's warm heart Of Miss sElyiras
Richards. he had been such 9 spruce,