Norwich bulletin., 1913-12-26

peaches I sigh for. Seems as if had a couple of dozen all at once 1t would take the edge off my appetite. Guess I'll load up with some green stuff in a day or two and drive down and see her"
 The Widder Cable must not be Sneefed at, either She was nearly 50 years old. and had split her own wood, milked her own cows and built her own fires on hundreds of winter morn 1ngs since her good husband departed this life. She knew MT. Andrews very well. and if she had wondered why he didn't take second wife that was no crime on her part. She simply blushed and picked up things and strengthened the chairs back when she caught sight of him driving up, and had time to say to herself before he came in:
 My stars, it's the Widower Andrews, and land only knows why he had come;"
 onions, widder." said Caleb as he came
 Then you are dear. good man. You know I've no garden"
 Can't no lone woman do much with a garden
 You are right, they can't"
 Caleb was not invited to stay to SUD- per, but what was just as good, he was asked to sit down to bread and butter and piekled peaches. A still, small voice whispered to the Widow Cable as she was down cellar getting the peaches that she had better get an abundance of them while about 1t, and she lifted 23 big ripes out of their bath before she halted.
 Same as you took the prize with?" asked the widower as his mouth Watered at sight of the peaches.
 Picked after the same recipe. hope you will like them"
 He did. When he was through there were 23 peach pits lying on his plate as living proofs that he liked pickled peaches. The edge had been quite taken off his appetite
 Wilder Cable, I think some of get tin married agin." he said, as he showed back
 Dear me; but I don't blame you one single bit;" she replied as she twisted her apron in delightful em- barrassment."
 T may call again"
 I'd be happy to have you.'
 Before Caleb got home the ''infu- ence" of those picked peaches had quite worn off. and he said to his daughter:
 Mary, the widder Cable is a nice would make a man kiss his grand mother for awhile but the feelin don't stay by you. I'm a heap hungrier now than before I ate 'em I've got to try another widder.'
 Who father?"
 Well, there's the Wilder Ransom. They say she makes a cup of tea that's about as good as a drink of whisky for a man. Mebbe that's what 1 need to take the edge off my appetite. l reckon I'll drop in on her!.'
 He dropped. He didn't get supper, but he got a cup of that celebrated tea, not one cup. but four! Then he was ready to say;
 Wilder, I can't see how you have remained a widder. maxim such tea as you do.'
 They do say I know how to make tea better than I know how to make soft soap" she replied.
 Yum! Yum! Widder. may call again.
 But he never called again on any one of the three widows. He had the mis- fortune to break his leg. and to help his daughter nurse him they secured the services of an old maid. On the first morning she came he complained of a goneness, and she made him a platter of hash An hour after he had downed it he said
 That hash was what l had been looking for for ten long years. It has made a new man of me. 1 want you for my wife!'
 Just on account of the hash?" she asked
 "Ney. The hash has just happened to come first, but love will foller" It did, and they have made a very happy couple.-St. Louis Globe Demo- crat.