The Wagner post. (Wagner, Charles Mix County, S.D.) 1912-current, 1912-04-05

gIancing at the dish before him, ne
said. in a coaxing tone:
Don't you think, Randy. that liver
and bacon sort of pail on the appetite
after you have eaten them for eleven
consecutive Mornings"
Luke Harrison" cried his elder sis
ter. you have no appetite, and, row
that l notice it, you look sallow. too.
Go right upstairs to bed and pile on
plenty covers while / mix you a good
hot dose of Grandma Todd's tea. Luck
lily have all the ingredients at hand"
Luke hesitated. looked into her eye
and-helped himself for the second
time to liver and bacon.
what is it this time, Cammilla?" he
whispered, after Miss Miranda had gone
to dress for church. 'Is it home mis-
sions or a plush album for the parlor?'
Worse. An Easter bonnet" she re-
turned. dolefully. Then, turning on
her ally, she added: Its because of
En- Gassoway's Dragging. too. And why
En- Gassoway comes here so often is for
you to know!" which was especially
unfair since Luke, timid bachelor, took
to the hayloft at sound of the buxom
widows voice. Miss Cammilla's heat
was excusable. however; she dearly
loved the pleasures of the table, her IA
vorite reading being the richest recipes
in the cook book. and her culinary path
was now q rough one.
Glow lucky a grocer's wife is" she
soliloquized, not being, perhaps. con-
,ersant with a certain proverb concern
ing the feet of shoemakers' wives. ITO
think Of being able to try all the re-
cipes in the cook book!" She stopped,
crimson. for Job Carter, widower,
owned a flourishing grocery.
A~"Gooaness, Camilla" cried her sis
ter, entering suddenly, what makes
your face SO red? Truly, you eat too
much. must look closely to your diet,
after this. I think I shall have pink
roses in my bonnet--lace, too, maybe"
she added, with irrelevance which was
only apparent. CHANGING out of the
window as she spoke, she saw Job Car
ter on his way to church. She was
Spartan, but she was human. Job had
called ostensibly on Luke once or twice
lately. She went hastily out, with
out looking to see how much Of yester-
days roast remained for dinner.
Next day she pored over a fashion
book. Not that / care for them as
EN- does," she said. "'Tisn't right to
spend q lot Of money for clothes-un-
less it is money earned by self-denial.
What are you muttering about, Cam
Inilla?"
I'll was only saying that l think
it's hard to save and save without
do want an Easter bonnet, too, Mi
randall"
"Sit right down, Camilla, while ]
mix you a dose Of Grandma Todd's tea
Your face is red as an apple, and you
are quite feverish."
II don't want any tea, and / do want
i an Easter bonnet!" walled Camilla
feeling hat she, asking bread, had re.
ceived a stone; but she spoke to deal
ears.
Easter drew ear and Miss Miranda's
hoard, left in one of Job Carriers boxes
grew apace. The butchers boy and
the grocer's assistant almost forgot the
way to the house, but neither Luke
nor Camilla dared complain. They
knew that a bottle of Grandma Todd's
tea stood ready in the cupboard.
Miss Miranda gloated over her pros
pective purchase, warming towards En-
Gassoway. who had reminded her thai
her old bonnet was a head covering, not
a decoration. One agonizing thought
however. poisoned her mind. Which
of the two millincrs should she pat.
ronize?
IF / go to Ems milliner she'll likely
see it before and not be surprised OF
Easter. If / go to the other one, shell
maybe say it's old -fashioned."
The bonnet was purchased. however
and came home in good time, and no
even q more substantial tea than usua
prevented the iron from entering Cam
milla's soul.
Fate, however, is prone to trip u
by the heels, and so it tripped Mis-!
Miranda on the Thursday before Easter
as che was coming downstairs in tn,
dusk. after a peep at her new bonnet
hidden in the 'spare room" close.
And the instrument Of fate was he
sisters Dutch blue apron. dropped b,
With military braid.
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