Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-11-18
Evening Star S
Daily Story
BRIDGET
BY JEAN DIokERsoN.

the CaldWells reached the station
just as their train drew in from the
East. Among the passengers arriv-
ing was tall young. man with a
Il suitcase. AT sight of Dick Caldwell
y and his wife he uttered an exclama-
ton of pleasure.
Jack Benton!" cried Mrs. Cald-
well distractedly "of course you
were coming to us-oh, Dick, the
train is moving-go to the house,
Jack. and Bridget will take care of
you We will be home tonight"
Until tonight. them" Jack Benton
II waved his hat as the train rumbled
away He strobe down the platform
and inquired the way to the Cald-
wells new summer home. and find
ing it just two miles by the pleasant
shady road he decided not to wait
for the stuffy station stage.
Il hope Bridget is a good cook" lie
unused. This walk is certainly go
ing to give me an appetite"
-
Miss Bridget Wren was busting
the, living room when her small
niece discovered q stranger within
the gates of the tiny domain.
Bridget, dear, here comes an
other agent announced Polly.
"Bother!'' scolded Bridget; that's
the third one this morningi Can't
they realize that people don't come
to the seashore to be pestered by
book agents? / don't wonder cook
4 was dissatisfied and discharged her
self with Hannah. Go to the door,
Polly, and shoe the good man away.
The knocl1er sounded a sharp rat
a-tat and Polly went giggling to the
door.
Please, good man, we don't want
anything today" lisped Polly, po-
litely, and then, after a second
glance at the amused stranger, she
cast aside all formalities and threw
herself into his outstretehed arms.
'Oh, Mr.. Jack! | haven't seen you
for thousand years. ] must tell
Bridget that ] thought you We're an
other book agent-it is SO funny!
She led him, laughing, to a seat in
the now vacant living room, and dis
appeared;
she was to take care of me and
you may tell her that I'm hungry as
a bear!"called Jack after her.
1.-THE ideal" cried pretty Bridget
when Polly discovered her in the
Kitchen. Does the man think I'm a
cook"
TITS cooks name.' observed
Polly sagely
Bridget laughed $50 it is very
often, my dear; I'm sure Mr.. Benton
believed Lille was referring 10 her
cook instead of her half sister whom
he had never seen. We will not dis
appoint your hungry friend. Polly.
Don't you breathe a word TO the con-
trary-let him think | am the cook.
Take him into the garden or down to
the beach while ] prepare the lunch
CON-
V Half an hour later Polly Caldwell
was demurely seated at the head of
the table while Jack Benton, highly
amused at the small maidens as
sumption of her mothers dignity,
chatted to her OF places where he
had been and of interesting animals
be knew.
grew enthusiastic. Bridget is some,
cook" he exclaimed
At that moment he saw for the first
time the author of the omelet.
Bridget had kept out of the dining
room. but now she must bring in the
salad
Polly buried crimson face in her
Anapkin when she saw Bridget's fair
hair twisted into hard lump on top
of her head. The heat of the fire
had brought fierce color into her
cheeks. In spite of her print frock
and the plainness of her hair dress
ing Bridget was as pretty as pic
ture.
80 that is Bridget" gasped Ben
ton when the fairy-lke form had de-
parted.
YES" Polly emerged from the nap
:. kin, all a-dimple with fun. Taste the
mayonnaise says Br dget's
mayonnaise is puffickly heavenly"
1t isl" agreed Benton seriously.
81 can't imagine any one parting W tn
Bridget if only for the omelet. She
is a treasure of cook"
"She makes lovely pies, too went
on Polly, warm in the praise of her
beloved aunt. Once when she made
a. lemon meringee pie-that's daddy's
favorite dessert, you know-well, once
daddy tasted it, then he jumped up
and kissed Bridget before the whole
table-we had company that day"
she added innocently.
!. Jack Benton checked. During the
= spasm of, coughing that followed his
face grew quite red. Bridget, her.
self, was a delectable morsel.
How he longed to ask IL Bridget
had resented Dick Caldwelps enthusi- |
astic appreciation of her cooking!
But. of course, he could not take adj
vantage of Polly's innocent prattle.
Then Bridget came in, this time
with head poised haughtiy, bearing
in her small hands a silver tray
which she set before Jack Benton.
On the tray was a delicious looking
lemon meringue pie, one plate and
silver fox. Also, to Polly's disgust
was china bowl containing large
baked apple smothered in thick
cream
Bridget, can't L have any pie?'
she quavered, as Bridget deity re-
moved the salad course.
Bridget looked severely at her
small niece.
Your mama doesn't want you to
eat pie, Miss Polly she said re-
spectfully.
Polly's love of lemon pie overcame
her discretion.
Tears of anger flew into her lovely
eyes.
II think you're the meanest thing,
Bridget lamont" she screamed
angrily. II don't care what Mr..
Benton thinks, SO you needn't look
at me that way. Mother never told
you ] couldn't eat lemon pie-she told
the real Bridget so there."
Bridget had failed.
THE real Bridget" echoed Jack as
he thrust knife in the delicately
Drowned meringue.
Z "Yes-she's only my aunt-my
= Aunt Brdget-mothers sster-and
think she's too mean for anything
just when | am helping her play she
wag the cook-so therei"
BentOn's ewes were shining He