Newport daily independent., 1903-11-30
THAT CHILLI SAUCE.

Can you find the roof and earn the four!
 Then I can make home and sweet whits
 breadr
 <Harpers
 Thelast scarlet bar of the glorious autumn 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 N and l-kept home
 There's the light a-burnin' already in, Mis- Elvry K Rchards' window" he com mented. Ut does git dark awful early nighta now. Seems like her'n's the cleanest kep m the cheerfulest lamp in the hull towr ship"
 And indeed it did seem to illuminate with it's friendly radiance the little one-stoTJ house by the roadside Ii looked like bea con a star. It made Farmer Brown think in admiring but unfoEmulated fashion of a steadfast love pure, unwayering, brilliant It attracted him. Ii drew him-the worn and harassed body and soul of him. Uncon niously he frightened the reins But t was not until the plodding horses stood stEl m response that he wondered whether he might venture in--and what excuse he could give for his visit.
 Suddenly he lifted his head and sniffcd-- once, twice Then he hurriedly twisted the reins around the whipstock, clambered down from the high seat
 "Chli sauce! If she ain't a-makin Chii sauce" He was hurrying up the short patk to the front door, at which he knocked "Ill tell her I want the receipt for Susie Reilly to make some by. That's the ticket O- howdy, Mis- Richardsl I was goin home from mill, an the incest smell come a-hoat. in down the road! Seemed's if was back in mothers again, and she was putin up Chili sauce" He sighed and moistened his lips at the recollection. "So l thought I'd come in an find how you make it. Our ripe tomatoes ain't all gone yet Maybe Susie Reilly could make quart or sol
 Forty placid and benignant summers had passed over the brown head of Eivira Rich ards. but where was the girl along Turkey creek who carried herself with more grace and dignity and what matron could boast .uch fresh complexion and bright eyes as sha?
 "To be suren' she cried, heartily. "You come right in, Mir. Brown" She drew for ward the best rocking chair with the bat tenberg tides On the entreating red plush arms.
 'Tisn't much I need make, living alone as do, Lut a good storeroom is a fine thing to fall back on You'd need a lot in your house I'm thinking. I'll give you the receipt with peasuie-and jar to take home for Susie to taste by. How does she get on, Mf Reown?'
 B3rstow Brown looked around the bright little room, at the shining glass lamp with the rcd flannel wick, which stood behind the row of freshly-notted geranium slips in the recessed window. then back at the plump, white-aproned figure opposite
 Not too well. Mis- Richards. She's kind of shiftless. It 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 cotton-tail But she means well. Most shftless folks allus means well. got ,a be m0vin'" He rose reluctantly. "Ihe young ones-theyll be a-missin' me.
 "I.and's sake, now, an you couldn't wait till make you cup of coffee? No? That's zoo bad Wait till get you the Chili sauce anyhow. Whats that? Could you come out to the kitchen while I'm gettin' it? Why, of course, Mir Brown!"
 Twittering and stepping briskly, Miss El- vira ripped ahead, and Barstow Brown podded after He was aghast at his own temerity, but the appetizing smell of the Chili sauce drew him to the kitchen, as the white brilliance of the lamp had drawn him to the paror
 My" he breathed, and stopped short. "rhis- beats" He was looking around lhe gayest, coziest, most immaculate little kitchen he had ever beheld. From the black mirror of stove, with its golden grin through the opened draft, to the shining plates on the dresser, the row of crimson filled glass jars on the table, the dishpan that glittered like silver, and the cat asleep on the braided mat, all things bespoke in- dustry, energy, comfort.
 Something in his attitude of timidity, in his look of wonder that was almost one of awe, in his neglected personal appearance, went straight to the woman's warm heart of Miss Elvira Richards He had been such a spruce. good-loolSing fellow l5 years ago! Her glance, that was keen if kindly, noted all things-the shirt with the band all but gone. the coat with holes at the elbows, more than all the hollows at his temples and in his cheeks Those-and the weak tears that came into his eyesl She busied herself writing out the recipe-and talking,
 Tt aju't any too easy, l guess, with only Susie. She never was a hand 10 look after ehldren-and there's three to your place l expect it ain't been like home slnce-since Cyrilla went away.
 Barstow Brown was silent l. had not been happy home before Cyrilla died. But he could not tell Miss Richards that no,