The Jennings daily record., 1902-07-15

your help amt able to do that much
'ithout your givin' It out. I fist think
it 'u'd pay you to have James Eliza to
do your cookin'."
Mr.. Potter nodded leniently. He
swerved his horse to one side, smiled
back at Mrs. Barry, and rode on, Mora
Minturn unconsciously filling all his
thoughts.
OF course there was mistake some
where. But chill sauce! He could not
remember when he had tasted it. To
be sure his housekeeper was not an
adept at preparing table delicacies.
Why he turned his horses head out
OF the road leading to the Hall and
rode down that which led to the Min
turn homestead he could not have told
to save his life. Indeed, he was not
aware that he had done SO until the
sailed his nostrils, and at the same
second he caught sight Of Miss Min
turn in her garden, shipping away at
some belated blossoms of marigold,
phlox. honeysuckle and mignonette.
So familiar the scene! So sweet and
peaceful the place; So suggestive OF
home the trim form moving among the
withered bushes! Could it be that
twelve years had elapsed since he came
here to visit his sweetheart? He
swung down, secured Kate to the gate
post, and walked up the path.
Moral" he said as he neared her.
She Strengthened up. Her garnered
spoils fell from her apron. The pink
in her cheeks deepened. She felt dis
tinctly glad that she had put on her
new maroon house gown.
Il met old Mrs. Barry little while
ago." he went on hastily. She said
you were putting up some chilli sauce
for me-"
"Oh, did she say that? I could not
make her understand that it was for
old Mrs. Cotter-Mary Ann Cotter, of
the Hollow
II say!" called boyish voice, chat
you, Mr.. Potter? Never knew you to
come up here before. Say, that setter
you gave me is daisy! Are you 60
ing to stay to supper? Is he, Aunt 1
Mora?" coaxingly.
'f-he will
"Of course he will" decided the un-
conventional nephew of Miss Minturn.
Come and see my safety"
He dragged his captive off in triumph.
Such supper as Mora got up in a
short space Of time might tempt
dying anchorite to eat The crisp
broiled chicken, with the tiny trans
parent rolls Of bacon surrounding it;
the brown French fried potatoes, pi-
ping hot; the light, spicy ginger bread;
the feathery biscuit; the fashioned
strawberry preserves; the fresh
brewed, fragrant tea.
Dick did most of the talking at sup
per-there was no doubt of that But
when Mora walked down to the gate
with Mr.. Potter, about nine o'clock, he
had two jars Of chilli sauce, which at
supper he had so praised, under his
arm.
Mora he said, i've seldom seen
you for several years, although we
have lived so near together I am
glad of this chance to say how sorry
have often been for my dictatoria1
tone that time, years ago. was
wholly in the wrong"
No! I was too self concentrated. |
1t was l who was wrong"
Mora. is it too late to forgive, for
get and amend now?"
She held out her hands to him. He |
had to put the two jars of chill sauce |
down on the gate post to take them.
Kate neighed impatiently. Dick
called from the lighted doorway.
Around the reunited lovers closed the |
darkness, sweet with a thousand de- |
licious autumnal scents.
Guess, Aunt Mora grunted Dick,
disdainfully, next morning, "Mr. Pot
ter didn't care much for your chilli |
sauce, for all he begged for it so much.
He went last night and left the jars
standing on the gate post"-Vick's.