Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1911-03-30

that glance up at that hotel any time will can
generally ind him the lookout, an manys the
time I've stole in an put a favoryte apron O. his
with blue bows on it, when we'd be alone an
nobody to remark about me breakin my mour-
in Dear me, how full OF b'oyancy he was-a reg
ular boy at thirty-tvc, when he passed away"
Was it any wonder that her friends exchanged
glances while Mrs Morris entertained them in so
drol way? Still, as time passed and she not only
frightened in the light of her delusion, but pro
ceeded to meet the conditions of her life by
opening small shop in her home, and when She
exhibited wholesome sense of profit and loss, her
neighbors were quite ready to accept her on terms
of mental responsibility.
With occupation and modest success,
tional disturbance was surely giving place to all
even calnl whcn one day, something happened.
Mrs. Morris sat behind her counter sorting
tons puss asleep beside her. when she heard the
swish of thin silk, with breath of familiar perfume,
and. looking up whom did she but the blond
lady of her troubled dreams stridng bodily up to
the counter, smiling as she swished
At the sight the good woman first to her
feet, and then as suddenly dropped-aopped-
GREATNESS and white-backward-and had to be
revived, that for the space of some minutes things
happened very fast-that is. if we may believe the
Hurried testimony of the blonde, who, in going over
it, two hours later. had more than once to stop for
breath
a turn as took her! l hadn't more n stepped
in the door when she succumbcd green the
Ganges, into her own egg baske-an' it full! An
she the O foppin' back into the prunin'
scizzor, points up, when | scrambled the coun-
ter, breakin' my straght-ront in two, which she's
welcome to, poor thing! Then | loaned her my
smen'- salts. which she held her breath against
until it got to be a OF smell die. an she
smet! Then it case of temporary spasms for
a minute, the salts spillin' out her face. but
when the accident evapOrated, an she opened her
eyes, rational, l thought to myself, Maybe she
don't know she's keced an would Be Inundated il
she did so acted callous, an says, ofhand like,
| says, pushin her apron around behind her its
s1ce 7ersd. SOS to cover up the eggs, which
thought had better be broke to her gently, says Z
Just called in Mis- Morris, to borry your recipe
for angcl-cake-- maybe get you to bake for
us q knew she baked orders). An with that,
what does she do but go over again. limp as wet
starch, down an through every egg in that basket,
solid Az fluid
Well by this time, who had seen her at
her, first worst an run for doctor. he come in
other an backing. l Civ 'cr stimulus an directly
she turned upon rememberable gaze, an
she says, Doctors, says she, would you think
they'd have the gall to try to get me to cook for
emp They've ordered angelica An with that,
over she toppled again no pulse nor nothing, same
her loosely falling locks, which she tried vainy to
en trap; W.. vou cav .h. .r,+ ,,.s..a ,,v, "a
burned in that old hotel! We'll, well, Poor old
fellow! Dear old place! What times I've had"
She spoke through mouthful OF gilt hair-plns
AN he burned in tan she's widow yet!
Yes, l did hear thercd been a FIRE, but you never
can tell; l thought the chimney might "a burned
out-an' | in the thick of bein engaged the
night clerk at the Singin Needles Hotel at Pine
vile at the time--an there's regular mail there.
! thought the story might be exaggerated Oh no,
! didn't marry the night clerk Pm bride now,
married to the head steward. same rank poor
old Morris-an' we're just as happy ] used to
on that now. Mines red again as hers. No, not
my har-,n,ne'S hair It's as red as a hanncn drawer,
every bit an grain
But say she added, presently, when she sets
hntter tell ber Wind ahot,t That
I copied it out of her recipe book whilst she
under the weather an dropped a dime in her cash
drawer, | recollect how old Morris used to look
forward to her ange-cakes week ends he'd be goin
home, an you know there's nothin' like having
ammunition in marriage, il you never need it.
Mines in that frame OF mind now that transforms
my gingerbread into angel-cake, but the time may
come when I'll have to beat my eggs to auff
for angel-cake, SOS not to have it like ginger
ooh he's TO. with this trip. ! Just run
down for lark show my folks my ring an
things an let 'em see IFS really so He gives me
considerable jewelry. His Firsts taste run that
way. and they amt children.
Yes, this amethyst is the wcddn'-rng, | selected
that on account OF him ber' widower It's the
nearest I'd come to wearin' second mournin for
woman | can't exactly grevc after The year not
bein up is why he stayed home this trip He didn't
like to be seen traversin' the same old hauntS with
Another til it 'rai up ! wouldn't wait because, tell
with me about money yet, an it's liable 10 seize him
any day. He might say that he couldn't afford the
trip, that couldn't, which would amount 10 the
same thing rather liked him ben' little tcklish
about going around with me for while It's one
thing to do a thing an another be brazen about
tit
"Bu il she don't get bcter"-thc reverson was to
the Widow Morris-"if she don't get her mind poor
thing! there's fine insane asylum just out OF Pine
Vile, an I'd like the best in the world to look out
for her. 1t would make an excuse for to 60 in
They say they have high old times there Some
days they let the inmates do most any old thing
that's harmless They give 'em unpoisonous
paints an let EN- paint each other up, One man
insisted he a barber pole an rnged himself
accordingly. an then another chased him around for
a stick of peppermint candy. Think of all that in
side close fence, an town dull an news
hungry
"Ycs, they say Thursday is paint days. an. of
course Fridays, they scrub days. They pass
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