Middletown transcript., 1911-02-18
Ichelor's Hall
By HARRtEr WHITNEY DURBTN
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ping viciously at a horse nettle
| with his hoe; it's because I've
| never been able to forget that
brown-eyed girl, Jacqueline Hut
ton, that I met two years ago at
Manitou, and then lost track of
as slick as,if she'd been a comet.
Huttoe-Hu Hutton-that's the name
OF that chap that lives 10 the
house opposite. Wonder If he
could be any relation to her.
Guess not; he's great long ram
rod of q skate, and she was the
trimmest little rig I ever saw.
Well, I'm hungry right now.
Guess I'll 60 in and light a fire
and boil up the coffee and cook q
mackerel or something. He
shouldered his hoe and marched
up the long. cool orchard avenue.
As he drew near his kitchen door,
which stood aiar, a little Whit Of
coffee, fresh and fragrant, greet
him, followed by several other
savory odors. He shifted ecstati-
cally.
Smells like good hot coffee
| the real thing, not boiled grounds
and if I'm not losing my men,
ory and my senses, that others
fried ham and green peas; and it
almost seems like I could smell
hot biscuits. Columbus, wouldn't
it be great! But who's doing it
all? Couldn't be Mother come
all the way from California-of
course not. Then who-but I'll
hop in and see.
And hop up the steps he did,
with agility, and into kitchen
neat and wholesome as a kitchen
could be. From various sauce
pans and kettles came the odors
that had charmed him. A shin
ing coffee pot stood on the hearth,
and brown-eyed young lady
was sailing across the kitchen to-
wards the dining-room, bearing
a plate of biscuits that looked
like big, delicately- Drowned puff
balls. She paused suddenly with
a laugh. It's time you were max.
ing your appearance-she began,
than almost let the plate fall,
and stood staring at Mr.. Fenley
with startled eyes.
Miss Hutton, he exclaimed,
feeling as if a star had dropped
out of the sky into his little kit
chen.
Yes, she faltered. / thought
you were my brother Tom.
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think your brother lives across
the road; I've heard his name
Hutton, and
And I've come into the wrong
house, and actually cooked din
ner in it Jacqueline's eyebrows
went upin dismay, ,and her cheeks
blazed, but to Ronald Fenley
she looked very pretty as she
stood there with the plate of bis
cults in her hands.
I'm very sorry, he apologized.
No, that isn't so; I'm-I can't
help being glad even to have seen
such nice dinner. Of course it
doesn't belong to me, though,
and we'll carry it across to your
brothers house.
Oh, no, indeed we won't, said
Jacqueline, positively. I re-
member you, Mr.. Fenley, and
I'm very glad you're to have the
dinner, after all.
The biscuits do look mighty
good, returned Ronald, hungrily;
Id hate to part with 'em, and I'm
awfully grateful, I assure you.
But look, here, Miss Hutton,
would it be any harm if you ano
your brother should come over
and take dinner with me I?
Oh, I don't think We could,
Jacqueline answered, with a lit
tie embarrassed laugh. | can
cook him another one very easily.
She set the biscuits down, put
on her hat and gloves, caught up
her little grip and was out Of the
door before Ronald could gather
his wits together. Then, as a
wild idea seized him that his gold
en- opportunity was fleeing from
him he chased out after her.
Miss Hutton, he called, adding,
as she turned her head, tell your
brother I am coming over this
evening to see him about his tur-
nip lot. Jacqueline nodded and
sped on.
There, Ronald Fenley, re.
marked that gentleman approx
ingly to himself; that's one time
in your life you had a CLEAN Of
horse sense; that turnip- lot idea
was fine He stood gazing on the
biscuits in an ecstatic reyerie.