The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-07-12

Dimtck was puzzled and later ex- pressed the opinion that ''Whit's cook in' must be pretty bad; acted to me as if he had dyspepsy of the brain''
 Captain Cy stopped at MT. Lumley's residence to leave an order for the de 1 livery of the box. Then he drifted into Simmons and accosted AIpheus Smal- ley.
 "Al.' he said. whats good for eold?''
 ''Vhy?" asked Mr. smalley in true Yankee fashion. ''You got one?" "Hey? Oh. yes-yes, I've got one" By way of proof he coughed until the lamp chimneys rattled on the shelf
 Judas! I should think you had! Is your throat sore?'' ''Hey2 Yes, guess so.''
 Don't you know? If you've got sore throat there ain't nothin' better n Arabian balsam. But what in time are you doin' out in this drizzle with a cold and no umbrella? Do you want to-
 Never mind my umbrella. left it in the church entry t'other Sunday, and somebody got out .afore I did. This Arabian balsam-seeIns to me I re- member my mas usin' that on me. Wet rag with it, don't you, and tie it round your neck?" s'Yup. Be sure and use a flannel rag and red flannel if you've got it. That acts quicker n the other kinds. x Fifteen cent bottle?' "I guess so. Nights well give me some sass'p'riIla 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?"
  it was.
 ! t'Well,. give me can of the chicken kind'
 MT. Smalleya standing on a chair to reach the Ahelf 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 ain't got nothin' but ter matter and beef broth. Yes, and, l declare if the termatter ain't all gone.''
 "Humph! Then guess I'll take the beef. Needn't mind wrappin' it up. So long"
 The captain entered the house quiet ly and Hptoed to the door of the bed room. Emily was asleep, and the sight of the childish head upon the pillow gave him a start as he peeped in at it. It 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- blaming that it was a package he had been expecting.
 He was warming the beef broth in a 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.
 ''Hello!'' exclaimed Captain Cy. SYou're on deck again, hey2 How's Hcicles?"
 "AIl gone,'' was the reply "Do you do your own work? Can't I help? can set the table. used to for Mrs. Oliver
 The captain protested that he could do it himself just as we'll; but, the girl, protesting, he showed her where the dishes were kept. From the corner of his eye he watched her as she unfold cd the tablecloth.
 ''Is this the only one you've got?" she inquired. 'It's awful dirty.'' Hum! Yes. I ain't tended up to my washin' and tronfn' the way I'd OuSnI LO- II lOSS my JUL II OOA | look out, hey2''
 Before they sat down to the meal Captain Cy insisted that his guest take a tablespoonful of the sarsapa- riIla and decorate her throat with a Arabian ba1sam.''
 Have some soup? Some 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 ask a blessing"
 'HeyY'
 "A blessing, you know-saying that you're thankful for the food now set before us.''
 F'Humi Why, to tell you the truth I've kind of neglected that, Pm afraid. Bein' thankful for the grub I've had lately was most too much of a strain, I shouldn't wonder"
 'I know the one mamma used to say. Shall I ask it for your
 "'Sho! I guess so if you want to-"
 The girl bent her head and repeated a short grace. Captain Cy watched her curiously.
 ''Now I'll have some soup, please, g observed Emily. 'I'm awful hungry. I had breakfast at o'clock this morn ing, and we didn't have chance to eat much.''
 A good 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 Em- mic attended fO tho dfshas ho u7a ah- 1ng and she w1ping. 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 the same set had been in use since Mrs. Beasley's departure, the