The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1904-08-05

hail- suppressed Sigh and an exceeding
ly dissatisfied face.
"Oh nothing" replied the young
lawyer, with the aspect Of martyr.
isn't your tea strong enough"
"Yes, my dear"
But, Arthur, you ought to tell me.
If anything does not suit you, / Will
change it. Only let me know what il
is"
1T Is only trhc, my dear Jenny.
j was merely thinking Of mothers bis
cults and how good they used TO taste
People don't cook in that way now, you
know"
At this temperance of very old
and very familiar bugbear, Mrs. En-
erson closed her lips very firmly to-
gether.
"Pve often wished, my dear, that
you could have taken few lessons
from mother before we began TO keep
house" her husband continued.
'ln cooking, Arthur
well, yes. That for one thing. She
has had great experience, you know
She never had bad luck with a single
thing that | remember. And her cook
ing did taste so good! II would be
worth journey TO Connecticut merely
to eat such a meal as j used TO eat
three times day when I was a boy
at home"
His mildly plaintive tone. and the
suggestive way In which his eyes dwelt
upon plate of drop which had
been little too much Drowned in The
oven that afternoon, were like the last
straw on the camel's back to his
usually patient wife.
Her pretty face was deeply flushed
rs she said that she saw no reason
why he should deny himself so great
a pleasure.
"We will take our summer trip I'm
that direction, if you choose, Arthur"
"Will you 80, too?" he asked, looking
delighted
81 will. And | will ask your mother
10 show me how TO make all the old
fashioned dishes you are so fon1 Of"
"Ilurrahl I'll write TO the old lady
Tomorrow When can you be ready to
start, lover"
"ln three days from this"
"Three days let It be- then. My
mother will be so pleased, dear. And
! shall so like TO take you round to all
the old places where | used 20 dream
of my future life, little thinking then,
Jenny, who was TO share II with me-"
For the next three days Arthur could
think and talk Of nothing but the old
home.
Jenny listened 10 him dutfully, and
now and then her conscience re
preached her for the plan which in her
secret heart she had laid for his en-
lightenment. She knew. however, that
he deserved severe lesson. And she
was quite confident that in his dearly
beloved home he would receive II.
They closed their pretty house. on
one of the shadicSt streets of phia-
dclphla, some weeks before any Of their
neighbors had even thought of the
country.
And when June roses and June
Strawberries were first filling the air
with their delicious fragrance. the tray
clcrs alighted one warm, blue, sunny
afternoon at the small roadside station
belonging TO the village in which the
young lawyer had been born and bred
There's Abncr," said Arthur. max
ing frantic signals TO young giant in
blue overalls and shirt sleeves, who
was presiding over an empty ox-cart
at the other side of the station.
This is my wife, Abncr," he con
tinucd. when the young man loungcd
toward them. "Who has come TO meet
u.s."
"Wcll, no one hut me- said Abncr,
chewing mcditatlvely on straw, MS
he eyed Jenny from head TO foot.
"Folks are all busy up to the farm,
but your mother said thcre'd be some
trunks 60 come certain. So l came
down with the oxen. Is this young
Westinghouse yours, ma'amg" he
asked, turning suddenly upon Jenny,
who looked at him and then at Arthur,
in dismay.
"The trunk" he explained, with a
loud laugh, which was taken up and
echoed by several rough loungcrs, who
were standing on the platform of the
stetion.
Jenny was glad To walk with her hus-
band across the fields ana thus escape
further observation and remark.
The field way was the longest and
much the pleasantest. Delighted with
the country sights. end sounds, and
smells. after the close confinement OF
the city, they did not hurry. til a
church clock, somewhere in the dis
tance before them struck G.
Then Arthur looked at his watch
with rather guilty air.
by George, IL Is g. sure enough
We must step out. my dear. My
mother will be sure 10 have some OF
the nice things for tea that l used TO
like, and she won't be pleased If we
Keep the table waiting"
Jenny thought involuntarily OF his
frequent unpunctuality at her table.
But she was a wise little woman. She
said nothing.
Abncr had reached the farm i'm good
tiine TO make his report on the bride
before she appeared That report. or
The delay Of her supper hour. had
slightly sourcd the temper OF the wild.
owcd mistress of the farm.
She met her son with an affectionatc
kiss. for he was her only child. and
the very apple Of her eye. But poor
Jenny received only little frosty