The Tupelo journal., 1902-11-28

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she greeted him, but it told him that
his surmise was correct, and he had
made Il mistake in the date-the first
time in his life he had been guilty
of such a blunder. He resolved not
to confess his stupidity. He would
merely make q formal call and then
take his departure.
But he was reckoning without his
hostess.
"Oh, Mr.. Kent" exclaimed Cissy,
you can never guess what / was
about to do when you camel"
Indeed, l cannot" he replied.
swell, you see, papa, mamm and
Walter have gone out. l didn't think
anyone would be likely to call to-
night, and so l had just gone down
into the kitchen to make some old
fashioned molasses candy. The cook
is out, and 1 have full sway. l never
will have such a good opportunity
again. Don't you want to come down
and help me?"
Anxious that she should not discov-
CT his blunder, he was willing to
obey any commands to atone for his
shortcoming. He expressed his pleas
ure at the proposition, and together
they sought the kitchen.
"Your attire is not in keeping with
the place." she said, laughing; "be-
sides it's terribly arm here. I'll for
give you if you remove your coat.
1 am in my shirt sleeves myself, you
see"
He not only removed his coat, but
allowed her to tie a kitchen apron
around his waist. Then he heartily
entered into the spirit of the occa-
sion, poured the molasses into the
kettle and helped to grease the
plates.
81 was right" thought Cissy tri-
umphantly. HE has adaptability. It's
only because his lines have been cast
in social places that he has been so
proper
The making of the candy took a
great deal of attention. They bent
over the kettle and anxiously dis
cussed the length of time it should
boil.
She showed him how it must be
done to a hair, and when he finally
insisted it was haired" they turned
it into the plates and set it out to
cool. There came a ~distracting mo,
ment when Cissy took his hands
one at a time-and CREASED them.
Think of Cameron Kent with
CREASED hands," She laughed softly
and triumphantly to herself behind
the pantry door. Then what a pull
ing time there was. Cameron Kent
proved as dexterous at this new en-
ployment as he was in leading a
cotillon.
Poor Cissy got hopelessly ~entangled
in her strand of molasSes, which
threaded and parted in every pos
sible way. Cameron cut up his long
rope of candy, which had attained
the desired shade of whiteness, into
little bits, and then proceeded by the
aid of butter and patience to eXtri-
cate Cissy from her supply of mo-
lasses.
In the midst of this occupation Wal
ter Navigne returned and appeared
upon the scene.
Il say, Cissy! Whatever are you
up to?" he called.
Then he caught sight of Kent and
stared at that individual in amaze
ment.
Cameron, however, was not at all
disturbed by the encounter.
"Halloa, Navigne!" he said cheerily,
"do you want to help us pull candy?
You'll find some in a plate on the re-
frigerator."
There seems to be plenty on my
sisters hands, too" said Navigne
pointedly.
eyes, but I have the first claim to
that" was the response.
Il am nearly famished," Walter de-
clared. Aren't you going to serve
anything but candy, Cis?"
IF you will open negotiations with
the coffee pot, Walter, 1 will see
what l can do in a sandwich way,
when my hands are at liberty re-
piled Cissy.
Presently the three sat down to a
very palatable little luncheon spread
upon the kitchen table.
Don't forget the dinner dance to-
morrow evening"" said Cissy to her
formal caller as he was taking his
departure.
Il haven't forgotten it," he said
earnestly.
"Well, you got Cameron Kent to
come off his perch all right" said
Walter to his sister. However did
you manage it? l would have given
a great deal to have taken a snap
shot of him, coatless and aproned. l
guess you sized him up all right, Cts,
after all. How did you ever bring
it about?"
"He came to make a formal call and
l happened to be making candy" she
replied demurely.
The next evening as Cissy stood in
the drawing-room receiving her
guests, her heart sank as she saw
Cameron Kent approaching her with
his formal air of exclusive elegance.
HAS he gone back into his shell
again." she sighed.
He had not. He held her hand eight
seconds longer than was his wont
and asked her if she was sure all the
molasses was removed from her
hands. At dinner he sat at her left.
Afterwards he led the cotillon with
her. This was his recognized posi-