Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1901-03-14
THAT CHILLI SAUCE.
he household art is NE only dover

Ian you ma the roof and earn the -four?
Then ] can make home and sweet white
bread.'
-Harpers
The last scarlet bar Of the glorious auturnr
sunset was fading out behind the tall pop
lars along Turkey creek when Barstow
Browns creaking old farm wagon turned
the corner OF the road which led to his lone
ly and ili-kept home
There's the light Albumin already in
Mis- Elviry Richards window he com.
mented. 1T does git dark awful early nights
now. Seems like her'ns the eleanest KEEP
an the cheerfulsst lamp in the hull town.
ship"
And indeed it did seem to illuminate with
its friendly radiance the little one-stoIy
house by the roadside. 1t looked like a bea.
coma star. Ii made Farmer Brown think
in admiring but unformulated fashion Of
steadfast loye-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 piodding horses stood still in
response that he wondered whether he
might venture in-and what excuse be could
give for his visit
Suddenly he lifted his head and shifted
once, twice. Then he hurriedly twisted the
reins around the whipstock, clambered down
from the high seat
"ChIi saucel II she amt a-makin Chill
saueel" He was hurryng up the short path
TO the front door, at which he Knocked. III
tell her ! want the receipt for Susie Reilly to
make some by. That's the ticket o.
howdy. Mis- Richards! / was goin' home
from mill, an the incest smell come a-float
in down the road Seemed's il / was back
in mothers again, and she was putin up
Chill sauce" He sighed, and moistened his
lips at the recollection. 80 ! thought I'd
come in an find how you make il. Our ripe
tomatoes amt al gone yet. Maybe SUSIE
Reilly could make a quart or sol"
Forty placid and benignant summers had
passed over the brown head OF Elvira Rich.
ards. 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 az
sheg
"To be sure" she cried, heartily. you
come right in. Mr. Brown" She drew for
ward the best rocking chair with the hat.
tenberg tides on the entreatlng red plush
arms.
"'Tisn't much ! need make, living alone
a. I DO. but a good storeroom is fine thing
20 fall back on You'd need a lot in your
house I'm thinking III give you the receipt
with pleasure and jar to take home for
Susie 10 taste by How does she get on, Mr..
Brown"
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.
whiteaproned figure opposite.
Not too well, Mis- Richards. She's kind
Of shiftless II comes natural 10 some folks
10 be shiftless Seems ike the work alius
keeps a Bit ahead Of her. Seems like she can
no more catch up with It than-ihan she
could with a cotton.tail. But she means well
Most shiftless folks allus means well. ! got
10 be movin'" He rose reluctantly Inc
Young ones they'll be a-missin' me-.
LANDS sake. now. an you couldn't wait
M make Won A cup Of Coffee Noy That's
too bad Wait till ! get you the Ohih sauce
ANYHOW. What's thati Could YOU come
out 70 the kitchen while I'm getttn' NJ
WHY. o. course, Mr. Brown.'
Twittering and stepping briskly, Miss III
vira tripped ahead, and Bars,ow Brown
olodded after. lie was aghast at his owh
,emerity. but the appetizing smell OF the
chill sauce drew him 10 the kitchen. as the
white brilhsuce Of the lamp had drawn him
to the parlor.
eMyle ne breathed, and stopped short
sThis-beats--" He was looking around
ne gavest. contest. most immaculate little
Li,cben he had ever heheld. From the black
mirror Of stove, with ITS golden elHl
through the opened draft, to the shlhln'
plates on the dresser, the row OF crimson son
Gned glass jars on the table, the aishpal
that rlittered like silver. and the cat ssiet
on the braided mat. all things bespoke 10
dustry. energy, comfort.
Something in his attitude OF iimia''y' u
his look al wonder that was almost one o
we. in his neglected personal appearance
~. straight 10 the woman's warm hear
~ Ms Flvira Richards. He had been suei
snrnce rood-looking fellow 10 years ago
u.r lance that was keen II kindly, noteS
nj tbings-the shirt with the band ali bn
one the coat with holes at the elbows
49, than All the hollows at his temples an'
4 re checks Those-and the weak tear
,bst came into his eyesl She busted hersei
writing out the recipe-and talking.
1T amt any too easy, | guess, with o on.
sr.ie She never was a hand to look ate
| cbildren-and there's three to your place
I expect Il amt been like home sinoe-'slne
| Cvrilla went away"
| Rarstow Brown was silent. II had no
neen happy home before Cyrilla dlea. nu
be could not tell Miss Richards that-,nt
nor anyone Csc, Only he had meant- ne
honestly meant--to ask Elvira to marry n M !,
before the pretty, painted, hppant NJ
| citv Qirl had come down to the country 'o"
ard taken his tickle heart captive.
eHere's the receipt-and here's me lsl
Yes. YOU must take the big one; and-"h
| -Barstowi
| For there was hook in his eyes she ma
not seen since those happy days oeioi
| Cvrilla aired her city graces on Iufks
/ Creek.
"I'm a good deal Of a failure, Elviry' Sal
p,rstow Brown. II don't know but you
urn me out when you hear what oes
T,nt;n' IN saw ever since it would be rgf
an nroper TO talk that way. But the farm
| 80 IL could he made ~