Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1908-02-12

oOLAuB JUL ySfudpSs because OF Lndl
because she had not learnt the
usual hacmeyed words Of evasion
the ordinary elementary tactics OF hir-
tation, she was not TO be taken by sur
prise.
With smile she turned her eyes
upon him and shook her head.
Thank you; no, that is impossible.
have all my household duties to per-
form, and that pointing to the sun
with her white slim hand-"reminds
me that it is time set about them"
He took up his hat instantly, turning
to hide the frown that knitted his brow
and spoiled his face, and went up to
the painter to say good-morning."
Mr.. Etheridge started and stared at
him; he had quite forgotten his pre-
sence.
''Good-morning, good-morning -
going? beg your pardon. Won't you
stop and take some tea with us?"
Mr.. Adelstone would like some DIN
ner first, uncle" said Stella.
Then she gave him her hand.
"Good-morning," she said, and
thank you very much for the flowers"
He held her hand as long as he
dared, then passed out.
Stella, perhaps unconsciously, gave
sigh of relief.
Very nice young fellow, my dear, "
said Mr.. Etheridge, without taking his
eyes from the canvass. Very clever,
too. | remember him as quite little
boy. ana always said he would make
his way. They say that he has done
so. / am not surprised. Jasper"
Jasper said Stella. What a nor
rible name"
"Eh? Horrible? don't know
don't know"
But do" said Stella, laughing.
well, what were you going to say?"
THAT Jasper Adelstone is the sort
of man to insist upon having anything
ne sets his heart upno."
Il am glad to hear it, said Stella,
as she opened the door, for his sake;
and | hope, also for his sake, that re
won't set his mind upon the sun or The
moon!" and with laugh she ran
away.
In the kitchen Mrs. Penfold was
awaiting her with unconcealing impat-
fence. Upon the white scrubbed table
stood the preparations for the making
of pastry, and at which Stella, who had
insisted upon making herself useful,
had coaxed Mrs. Penfold into teaching
her. At first that good woman had in
sisted that Stella should do nothing in
the little household. She had an
nounced with terrible gravity that
such things weren't becoming to a
young lady like Miss Stella, and that
she had always done for Mr.. Etherdge,
and she always would; but before the
second day had passed Stella had won
the battle. AS Mrs. Penfold said,
there was no resisting the girl, who
mingled willfulness with bewitching
firmness and persuasion, and Mrs.
Penfold had given in. you'll cover
yourself with -four, Miss Stella, and
give your uncle the Indigestion, miss,
that you WILL" she demonstrated.
But the -four will brush of. and
uncle needn't eat pies and buildings
for little while; I'll eat them. DOM
mind Indigestion" Stella declared,
and she made delightfully."- piquant
little apron, which completed Mrs.
Penfold's conquest.
With song upon her lips she burst
into the kitchen and caught up the roi
ling pin.
"Am l not awfully late?" she ex-
claimed. 81 was afraid you would
have done it all before came, but you
wouldn't be so mean as to take an adj
vantage, would your"
Mrs. Penfold grunted.
"It's all nonsense, Miss Stella,
there's no occasion for it.
Stella, with her hand in the flour,
elevated the roling-pln in heroic style.
Mrs. Penfoldl" she exclaimed, with
the ar of a princess, "the woman, be
her station what it may. who cannot
make a jam roley-poley or an apple
tart is unworthy the name of an Eng
lishwomaH. Give me the jam; stop
though, don't you think rhubarb would
be very nice for changes"
81 wish you'd go and play the organ
Miss Stella, and leave the rhubarb
alone"
MAN cannot live on music" retorted
Stella: his soul Graves for buildings
/ wonder whether uncle's soul Graves
for Jam or rhubarb. I think III &c
and ask him." and dropping the rol
ling pin-which Mrs. Penfold sue
ceeded in catching before it fell on
the foor-she wiped her hand of a
fifteenth part of the -four and ran into
the studio.
"Unclei have come to lay before
you the rival claims Of chubarb and
strawberry jam. The one is sweet
and luscious to the taste, but some
what cloying THE other is fresh and
young, but somewhat sour
"Got,d Heavens! What are you talk
ing abomt?' exclaimed the bewilderet
painter, staring at her
"Rhubarb or jam. Now, noble
Roman. speak or die!" she exclaimed
with appraised arm. her eyes dancing
her lips apart with ripping laughter.
Mr.. Etheridge stared at her with al