El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1901-02-09
CHILL SAUCE
HOW BARSTOW BROWN
AND ELVIRY RICHARDS
CANE TOGETHER.
The household art is the only dover


The household art is the only dover
4 i can bring myself to him wed.
Can you find the roof and earn the -four?
Then can make home and sweet white bread!
| -Harpers-
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.
There's the light Albumin 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 Ii 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 admiring but unformu-
lated fashion of a 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 Won
dered whether he might venture in
| and what excuse he could give for his
visit.
Suddenly he lifted his head and
sniHed-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
HMM the guise of an odor at that
Chill sauce! If she amt a-makin |
chill sauce," He was hurrying I'D 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! j was goiu home from mill
an the incest smell come a-fioa tin
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 I'm an find how
you make It, Our ripe tomatoes amt
all gone yet. Maybe Shsie Reilly could
make quart or sor'
Forty placid and benignant summers
had passed over the brown head of
Elvira 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!
10 be sure" she cried heartily |
You come right in. Mr. Brown" She
nrew forward the best rocking chair.
with the Battenberg tides on the en-
treating red plush arms.
"'Tisn't much l need make. Twin
Il 10 l.rrf |
! fine thing to fall back on. You'd need
lot In your house, I'm thinkin. I'll
i've you the receipt with pleasure. an
jar to take home for Susie to taste G
y. How does she get on. Mr.. BrownY s
Barstow Brown looked around the I
right little room. at the shining glass c
amp with the red flannel wick which y
TODD behind the row of freshly potted =
Uranium slips i'm the recessed window. v
hen back at the plump. white aproned
CURE opposite. h
Not too well. Mis- Richards. She's c
ind of shiftless- 1t comes natural to @
ome folks to be shiftless Seems like O
ne work allus keeps bit ahead Of
er. Seems like she can no more catch fl
p with it than-than she could with h
cOttontail. But she means well. Most h
liftless folks allus means well. / got L.
be mOvin." He rose Reluctantly n,
The young ones. they'll be a-missin al
e." n,
Lands sake. now, an you couldn't hi
alt till i make you a cup Of coffee? 81
o! That's too bad. Wait till / get or
III the chill sauce. anyhow. What's hi
at! Could you come out to the kitch- M
while I'm a-gettin it! Why, OF ic
urse. Mr.. Brown
Twittering and stepping briskly.
ISIS Elvira tripped ahead. and Bar
ow Brown plOdded after. He was rs
hast at his own temerity, but the yo
smell o. the chilli sauce IN
ew him to the kitchen as the white We
illiance of the lamp had drawn him co
the parlor.
My. He breathed and stopped "
ort This BEATS He was looking ar
ound the gayest. coolest most i'm siv
iculate little kitchen he had ever be-
ID From the black mirror Of n
I'VE, with its golden grin through the loV
ened draft. To the shining plates on SIN
? dresser, the row of crimson filled
ISIS jars on the table. the dishpan al
1T glittered like silver and the cat str
eep on the braided mat. all things
spoke Industry, energy comfort. abl
in his attitude of timidi- sar
in his look of wonder. that was al wit
st one of awe: in his neglected per- g
lal appearance. went straight to the son
mans warm heart of Miss EIyira hay
lizards. He had been such n spruce. Mo