Arizona republican., 1910-02-16

Bonnibells, with goodnatur smile on her face but sad ache in her heart, while the little butterfly fitted about, helping Uncle Phil to gather apples. or coquetting with Harvey under the big maple trees the lawn.
 October found BonnibeII still at the farm Her father wrote her that if she was enjoying herself and his old friends were willing to put up with her for additional month or so, nothing would be more satisfactory to him than to have her remain while longer, he had important work hand which would take him away from home. The propo- sition was entirely satisfactory all round, and Bonnibell stayed on.
 One brilliant October day, all russct and ruby Uncle Phil and Aunt Becky drove off to town with such a wagon-load of farm luxuries would de light the heart of an epicure. Barrels of bouncing 5ery red Ben Davis apples served for ballast among whicl were slowed boxes of late fu-ripened pears. golden and sweet crates of purple. wine-scented grapes, and various-sized baskets of bloomy blue damson pluns little gherkins, and round bell peppers. Purple-red picking cabbages found cor ners to pack into here and there and creamy sweet potato pumpkins filled all other available space.
 Bonnibell watched them down the smooth. white road waving misty bit of linen and lace after them and smiling cheerily as they disappeared around the corner. then went back to the shade of the old fashioned porch with it's hung pillars She began to feel lonely Harvey. who had promised ,% b.sa1d the th h maxi was up the next best companion to turn to. Bonnibell triopcd upstairs in search of Linda. To her. dismay she found her lying upon her bed pale death, the shades lowered to keep out the sunlight and wet towel over her forehead
 The most frightful sick headache" she explained [ tell for fear ot worrying them but it seems to get worse all the time"
 the bewildered and frightened Bonnberl wringing her hands: Shall I run for Harvey?"
 Linda smiled in the midst of her misery. He couldn't help me-, said she, there is nothing to be done but 10 lie here in the dark until it wears away You needn't worry Bonnie, 1t isn't dangerous; but I'm afraid you'll have to manage the dinner by your self; there's no one else, and you and Harvey must eat you know. Do you think you can do it?"
 Yes indeed. ave-red Bonnibell stoutly; "Im sure can do everything, and you musn't make your head worse by thinkng o single thing. Linda"
 We were to have chicken pie" said Linda the chicken is all dressed and cut up in the pantry ready to cook, and you'll find the vegetables and
 Ali right" said Bopnibell cheerfuly. "In get up hne dinner. Ton just go to sleep and get we'll" to make it cooler, she laid it the aching brow placed ian within reach. and ripped mcrriy down stair. and d,,S out into the clean, cool kitchen
 Now I'll have to make fire in that great stove" said she wrinkling her in disgust aIl because Uncle Phil and Aunt Becky are afraid to use gaso- line. and they don't have gas here how lrcadfrl"
 She managed to get her fire kindled moi without tIsekening her pretty hand and damaging her apron and proceeded with her preparations. "I'l make wooden tray. and get it out of the way"
 Having mixed her four with part of sour milk and three parts of water, the of the milk being nconveniently down in the spring house add ing plenty of soda, but forgetting the triaing in gTedlent of shortening she rolled it out lined her pan neatly. and piled in the joints of raw chicken sprInkled on little salt, and spread on the upper crust
 Tt looks lumpy and the crust don't look just like it'll bake all right" showing it into the luke r-srm oven. "l think, besides the chicken pie I'll
 ve succotash stcwed tomatoes plain boiled potatoes icm like Miss Beoky's. We'll. there's nothing like trying, and here's basket of beautiful peaches. to start with Maybe can find cook book.v and she fitted into the library, where she spent futile but most enjoyable hour mounted step-ladder and lving into all manner of books, but cooking guide did she hnd among them. Miss Becky and Linda were far too competent in the culinary line to need such assistance.
 It was the usual uneheon-hour when Harvey Norton. having dispatched his assistants to their homes for lunch, strolled placidy up the path to the side-porch The dining room door, which opened feature of neatly spread table was not visible
 Bonnibel came fitting in from the kitchen, hot. toused little figure. limp and crimson with heat. not far away. She explained Linda's indisposition and the consequent backwardness of the dinner which she hoped would soon be ready Harvey was r5venously hungry. notwithstanding which fact he earnestly assured Bonnbell that it didn't make an atom of difference about dinner, and he did not in the least mind waiting an hour longer. Slipping around the corner of the house, he attempted to assuage his hunger with plump, deep-crimson Indian peaches from the nearest tree, but to his dismay found that they but served to sharpen his annet;t. for more solid sustenance
 When he had reached as he firmly believed the verge of starvation Bonnbell nercifully called him to dinner which proved to be rather singular looking meal The chicken pie was even more iumpy when cooked than raw; the crust of dull yellow hue, gave forth an alkaline odor and would nave justified the old wittcism regarding the ques non as to whether it was begged or sewed on Certain it was however, that the contents of the pie having been placed therein in raw state. were in much the same condition still but dried on the out side to juiceless stringiness utterly precludine mastication. As Bonniben, to save trouble had molded the biscuits out of the surplus pie dough they were not great improvement on that article The potatoes. having been the first vegetable cooked had stood, awaiting the other things on the hearth, comfortably soaking in the water in which they had been boiled, and were ciammy and iukewarm The tomatoes, the other hand hay ing been merely heated through. were thin and watsry The snccotash appeared to have been done. and the beans indiferentIy so The peach puffs were so in name only--little soggy Jumps of sticky dough- with a slice of half-cooked peach in into black fluid. from which the aroma had sailed oH and evdporated in the atmosphere
 bonnbefl having run up to see if Linda wanted