Norwich bulletin., 1911-02-25
A BUSINESS YEN TURF

E {Written Especially for The Bulletin.) Elizabeth Lanes early life in a pros porous New England town was a hap- py one Of well-to-do family, with good social connection, an only child, she was given every possible advant- age of educatfOn, and knew nothing of sorrow until her college life was half- way completed.
 Then came the death of her parents, one soon following the other. She found herself singularly destitute of relatives, but provided with means enough to complete her college course, which she wisely directed to do. favorite in her class, and did not want for invitations to spend vacations with them. During one of these happy summer visits she met a young south erner, Morton Atwater, who won her affection, and claimed her for hts finished. All her friends sincerely con- gratulated her, for Morton Atwater was of an old southern family. and had already acquired good reputation in his native city. where he was em- sployed in a banking house. M Life held out brilliant prospects for them, and all went well for several years. Happy years they were, dur ing which two children were born to them, and they became possessors ot fk cOZy IlOHl0 HI <t QGSlIdDlG part Ql LIl0 town, of which they had become resi- dents.
 Then came sorrow in its turn, for a short illness took away the husband and father and left the young widow to-, to face alone life's problem for her; her friends discussed the matter for her. as. friends are apt to do. Very likely she will sell her house and belongings, and return to the
 north" said one. T understand the house is clear of mortgage "Yes," replied another, 'and there is a small life insurance" i "She will teach, probably suggest ed third, "since her college training will readily obtain a position for her." Meanwhile, Mrs. Atwater was re- volvfng in her mind the same topic. How should she support her childern and herself? She had no relatives to call upon at the north. Her children were southern born, and her happy life there had led her to love the south learn to love 1t as their father had done before them. She wanted. also, to keep for them the home where. their parents had been so happy. No opportunity was likely to open for teaching in that community. Mean time. they must live. and, if possible. she hoped to be able to keep@the in suYance money for the proverbial rainy day. What could she do? A plan oc- cured to her, and after much thought she decided to adopt 1t. Her house was neafly opposite the entrance to a new and popular park. She determin- cd to open a cafe, and a conference with her servant confirmed her reso- lution.
 Aunt Chloe was a faithful old soul, having served in MT. Atwater's family for years before his marriage and knowing no tie stronger than her love for "Narss Morton" and his young wife, whom she had taken into her heart from her advent into the family as bride She truly mourned the death of her master and bravely stood by the widow in this time of need. Withal, Aunt Chloe was a notable cook, and "Shuah, Miss Beth," said she, 'T'M stay by and help, and you knows cahn't mo- body beat Aunt Chloe on cooking. Who should work for sides you and Marse
 Morton's chilluns? Nobody else going
 to bring up dem ehilluns but your Aunt Chloe"
 So it was decided, and a modest mo-
 l tice, placed in the front window, soon
 notified the public to that effect, and
 | patrons were plenty from the first.
 l The Parlor Cafe soon became popular.
 Aunt Chloe's estimate of her own ca
 pabilities was not too great No such
 rolls were to be found elsewhere, and
 her beaten biscuit were beaten for .