The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1904-06-30
"Can YOU cook"

"Can YOU cook?"
"I'n show you tomorrow, Aunt Mel
ly.'
oh" said Miss picklebury, 1--WE
an idea that the literary one and the
school teaching ore are rather inet-
fcient.'
Indeed. aunt, you are quite mistak-
en-. T.
"Oh. we'll, never mind all that said
Mss Picklebury. Only I'm glad your
mamma sent ne the sensible one OF
the family"
Clara Courtcnay plunged into the
domestic details of Miss Picklebury's
esta blishment like bee into honey
suckle bell. She made preserves, con-
cocted cake and reveled in jellies; she
cleaned the house after a style that
made Aunt Picklebury ope: her eyes
in admira ton; she epapered the best
room, and was discovered by Harry
HAYDEN on the top of step ladder,
with her chestnut braids tied up in
towel, whitewashing.
Isn't she charming, aarry?" Aunt
Picklebury demanded contidentlally.
"Delicious.' the young !;.wyer an
swered with Emphasis.
And so be came autumn evenings,
while Aunt Melissa hustled away in
the corner and took shrevd and not
unsatisfactory note of things in gen"
eral.
Tell me about your sister," he said
one evening.
(which sister, said Clara, who was
skillfully putting together a marvel
GUS mathematical silk quilt of her
aunt's.
THE authoress?"
"Oh." said Clara. "Well, she is a
good deal like me-"
LAS young?"
"Oh, yes"
GAS pretty:"
'Now, that's nonsense" said Clara.
seriously. "Of course. both my sisters
are a great deal better looking than l
am
II have read her writings, some of
them," said Harry. land if l wasn't
afraid she was spectacled and inkE l
should almost be tempted to fall in
love with her. Would she love me,
do you think?"
Clara colored and bent closer over
her work.
IL don't know whether she would
or not" said she.
"Well, I shall not try" said Hayden,
laughing "To tell you the truth, Clara.
I have always had a holy horror OF
authoresses."
Very complimentary to my sister"
said Clara, pouting little.
And of course Harry had to pacify
her. and just then Bridget called Miss
Picklebury into the kitchen, and when
she came back the young people had
great news to tell her. They were en-
gagged!
"Ahv' said Miss Picklebury, rubbing
her nose with her knitting needle, I'm
glad to hear it. I knew my sensible
niece would be appreciated here IN
the Vest
Mrs. Squire Seaberry came to the
office of Hoyt & Hayden the next
morning.
"Oh, Mr.. Hayden" said she, "such
a star as I hope to secure for my re-
ception tonight! A real, live author
ess. And to think that she has been
living incognito among us for so long!,
"Whom are you alluding to-" asked
the puzzled lawyer.
Miss Courtenay, Of course. Annie
Courtenay. the authoress."
"Oh. you are mistaken" said our he
70. This young lady is Clara Cour-
tenay."
annie Clara Courtenay," distinctly
enunciated Mrs. Seaberry, wisely nod
ding her head. Don't you see? An
ME G.. Courtenay-tEat's her invariable
signature"
Harry Hayden went to the Pickle
berry mansion as soon rs he could
decently get rid of Mrs. Squire Sea-
berry.
Clara" said he, what is your first
name"
. Miss Courtcnay colored scarlet.
"Annie," she answered. Why"
Because" said he. dryly. Il have
just discovered that Miss Picklebury's
sensible niece is also her literary
niece"
Clara hung down he7 head.
Harry. are YOU very angry With
me:"
Not a bit. Didn't tell YOU I was
almost tempted to fall in love with
Annie Courtcnay:'
"You see," pleaded Clara. "Susie has
lust commenced course of German,
and Marian couldn't leave her school,,
and-there seemed no one but me to
come. and I thought aunt would 1or-
Give me even if I cid write stories for
the papers,