The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1911-02-23

in the. church entry t'other Sunday. and
somebody got out afore | did. This
Arabian balsam-seems to me l re
member my mas usin' that on me.
Wet rag with 1t, don't you. and tie
it round your neck r
''Yup. BE sure and use fannei
rag and red flannel if you've got it
That acts quicker n the other kinds.
Fifteen cent bother
Il guess So Nights well give me
some sass'p'rilla while you're about it:
always handy to have in the house.
And-er-say. is that canned soup
you've got up on that shelf"
The astonished clerk admitted that
it was.
"Well. give me can of the chicken
kind
Mr.. Smalley. standing on a chair
to reach the shelf where the soup
was kept, shook his head.
Now, that's too bad, cap'n," he said,
"but we're all out of chicken just now.
Fact is. we amt got nothin' but ter
matter and beef broth. Yes, and
declare If the termatter amt all gone"
"Humph. Then guess III take the
beef Needn't mind wrappip' it up.
So long"
The captain entered the house quiet
ly and tiptoed to the door of the bed
room. Emily was asleep, and the sight
Of the childish head upon the pillow
gave him start as he peeped in at it.
1t looked so natural, almost as if it
bed like that and in that very room
that he had slept when boy.
Gabe. brimful Of curiosity, brought
the box a little later. His curiosity
was ungratifed. Captain Cyrus ex-
planning that it was package he had
been expecting.
He was warming the beef broth in
saucepan on the stove when Emily ap-
peared. She was dressed in dry
clothes from the box and seemed to be
feeling as good as new.
''Hellow exclaimed Captain Cy.
You're on deck again. hey? How's
icicles?
.'All gone" was the reply. do you
do your own work? Can't help?
can set the table ! used to for Mrs.
Oliver"
The captain protested that he could
do it himself just as well; but, the girl,
protesting. he showed her where the
dishes were kept From the corner of
his eye he watched her as she unfold
ed the tablecloth.
SIS this the only one you've got?"
she inquired. "It's awful dirty"
Hum! Yes. I amt tended up to-
my washin and ironin' the way I'd
ought to. I'll lose my job if don't
look out. hey?"
Before they sat down to the meal
Captain Cy insisted that his guest
take a tablespoonful of the sarsapa-
rilla and decorate her throat with a
section of red flannel soaked in the
Arabian balsam."
"Have some soup? Some l bought
purpose for you. Best thing goin' for
folks with icicles," remarked the cap
tain. waving the iron spoon he had
used to stir the contents of the sauce
pan.
!. "Yes. sir, thank you. But don't you
askla blessing?"
"HeyY'
"a blessing, you know-say.ng that
you're thankful for the food now set
before u.s."
Hum! Why. to tell you the truth
I've kind of neglected that, I'm afraid
Bein' thankful for the grub I've had
lately was most too much of a strain,
shouldn't wonder"
81 know the one mamma used to say
ShallI ask it for your"
"Sho! guess so If you want to-"
The girl bent her head and repeated
short grace Captain Cy watched
her curiously.
Nov I'll have some soup, please,"
observed Emily. I'm awful hungry.
had breakfast at 5 o'clock this morn
ing, and we didn't have a chance to
eat much
A coed many times that day the cap
tain caught himself wondering if he
wasn't dreaming The whole affair
seemed too ridiculous to be an actual
experience. Dinner over, he and EN-
mic attended to the dishes, he wash
ing and she wiping. And even at this
early stage of their acquaintance her
disposition to take charge of things
was apparent She found fault with
the dish towels They were almost as
bad as the tablecloth, she said. Con-
sidering that tile same set had been in
use since Mrs. Beasley's departure, the
criticism was not altogether baseless.
Excuse me- she said, "but don't
you think that plate had better be
done over? l guess you didn't see that
place in the corner. Perhaps you've
forgot your specs. Auntie Oliver
couldn't see well without her specs"
Captain Cy grinned and admitted
that second washing wouldn't hurt
the plate.
II guess your auntie was one Of the
particular kind" he said.
mo, sir; twas mamma. She couldn't
bear dirty things. Auntie used to say
that mamma hunted dust with a mag
nifying glass. She didn't, though. She
only liked to be neat I guess dusf