Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1915-07-30


gent returned to the living room
There isn't bit of cooked food In
the place-not even bread" she an
nounced. There are -four and sugar
and eggs and potatoes and some
canned things-what can we do? DO
any of you girls know how to cook
eggs?'
Miss Taylor confessed that she had
made creamed eggs in a chatting dish
at home-but-she shrugged her
shoulders.
The other women were silent. Beth
Newton stood In the kitchen door
way, her face pink with shyness; she
looked distractingly pretty at that mo-
ment.
IF you don't mind waiting half
hour l believe l could prepare some
thing fit to eat" she announced tim
idly.
They applauded her enthusiastically
and offered to help. She accepted
Miss Taylor for an assistant in the
kitchen, and Lillian Nugent opened
the tiny cupboard and prepared to
set the table for a dozen people from
.
Beth lighted fire in the cracked
old cookstove. Carl Bellew and Andy
Smith carried firewood, and opened
the cans of vegetables.
Bobby danced in and out report
ing progress. Baked potatoesl Hot
biscuits-uml Bacon-mother, they're
cooking bacon and eggs out therei"
They were doing all those things,
while outside of the frail shelter a
summer rain drummed on the shin
| giles and made the fire and the cozi-
ness more desirable.
At last they sat down at two tables.
| They gave Beth a seat of honor and
no one told her of the dab of flour
on her hair or the smudge of SCOT
that became a beauty spot near her
lively eye. With her flushed cheeks
her ruffied brown hair, her pale blue
sleeves pushed up above her rounded
elbows, Beth Newton was radiant.
They were all so sood to her, tool
She smiled happily, too tired to eat.
Her eyes met Carl Bellows and some
thing in the mans gaze brought a
hot flush to her cheek. After that
her eyes did not wander far from her
plate.
AS a delightful surprise Beth pro
duced steaming apple pudding with
maple strip, and in token of their
gratitude Andy Smith hastily plucked
a bunch OF herbs from the rafters
and solemnly crowned her with a
wreath of catnip, the queen of cooks
By the time the dishes were washed
and put away the sun was shining
outside. The invaders had restored
the house TO order and Carl BelleN
had pinned note on the table cover
Inside of that envelope we're folded
cracking banknotes of such large de
nomination that old Ned Blake would
never cease to marvel over the acces
sion of riches that made his declin
ing days more comfortable.
They returned to the scene of thu
campfire, and all too soon the thre,
motor cars arrived. Somehow Mrs
Bliss managed to smuggle Beth ana
Bobby into the same car with her
self and Carl Bellew, and that nigh
when she went to bed the girl assured
herself that she had rounded out he
perfect day.
A few days later the party hat
broken up and the picnic was for
gotten by all save Beth Newton ant
Bobby-and, perhaps, Carl Bellew
His place was not very far away an,
he found many excuses for calling OF
the Blisses. When kindly Mrs. Bills
realized that ii was her little nurserl
governess whom Carl Bellew wanted
to see, she remembered her own day
of wooing, and entered whole-hearted
ly into matchmaking.
Dear" said Carl Bellew one Octc
Der day when he had received Beth
answer. I've loved you from the be
ginning, but when 1 tasted you
cooking"
Beth's hand pressed his lips In 81
= lence. She looked up at her splendid
gallant lover
"Ah, Carl" she murmured 81 an
such a humble little thing-so VI
worthy of youl You might marry
princess-or a queenl"
Carl threw back his head an
laughed. Then he gathered her close
: in his arms.
Il am going to marry a queen" h
protested. the queen of cooksl"
Her Oversight.