Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1907-12-14

She was cutting the pie, but she
looked up as he said that. "Oh, do you
like it?" she asked. Il hope every one
will. / am just beginning business,
and l want to make fortune
Brady, who had made his fortune in
oil, was much interested in this more
picturesque method.
do you sell many?' he asked
Twenty yesterday" she confided. Il
worked at night to get them ready, but
it seemed as if every one wanted cher
ry pies. The people in the apartment
house came. and have sold out every
thing today except this one pie"
1t was a beautiful pie, with deli
cate brown crust Overlaid with pow
dered sugar and all rosy and juicy and
delicious within.
Il don't wonder that people came"
commented Brady as he sat down at
the little table, which she had spread
with a spotless cloth.
She was like child in her delight at
his compliment
ut was the only thing in the world
that knew how TO do" she said, "and
when I was left alone and lost the lit.
tie income that my father had left me
1 decided to bake for living"
She was sitting opposite him. and he
liked the unconsciousness with which
she gave him her confidence.
81 lived in the country when | was E
little girl, and my mother taught me tc
cook
I'm from the country. too" Brady
said.
II thought So" she said, with a wise
nod. 81 think that is why 1 could tell
you things. One can't always be sure
of city men,
Don't you hate the city?' Brady
asked.
She shook her head NO." she said.
"It would be beautiful if one had
friends or any one to care"
swell, that's what | mean," Brady
said Its so dead lonesome
He had finished his pie, ard he got
up reluctantly. I'm sorry" he said,
'but 1 guess I'd better 60"
She went TO the door with him.
what a beautiful automobiler' she
said when she saw it.
Eyes, it's pretty nice" Brady agreed.
But it isn't much fun driving around
by myself"
mo. I suppose not" sympathetic
ally.
There was a moments silence. Then
Brady spoke his thoughts boldly.
LET me drive you out into the coun-
try"
She hesitated Il don't believe
ought" she said.
Brady looked down al her. Cant
you trust me?" he asked.
Her eyes met his steady blue ones.
Yes she said simply and went to put
on her hat.
you see" she told him as they swept
along between the green fields, III
I sell twenty pies 4 day at % cents
that will be So a day. l ought to
clear 800 a month" And she leaned
back, with a sigh of content.
Brady, whose income was $1OO or
more day, asked with interest,
What are you going to do with all
that money!
"Save it and buy a cottage in the
country. with fireplace and cat and
a dog and a cow"
Bradys soul was stirred by this pic
ture of domesticity, and he asked en-
viously:
''Will you bake cherry pies?'
Yes" she planned. Il am going to
have cherry tree and an apple tree.
You have never tasted such apple tarts
as | CAN make"
Brady turned in his seat and looked
at her Il am going to taste Them"
he informed her. Il am going to come
and see you in your cottage"
She laughed. such air castlesw
was her way of settling the question.
But Brady's chin was set with
squareness, and there was determine
ton in his tones. Il don't see how
can wait for you to build that cottage.
1 shall do it myself, and there shall be
a fireplace-such a freplace-with two
big chairs on the hearth"-he paused
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