The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1915-10-05
PERRYDILL PICKLES
BY JEAN DIcKERSON.

The very day that the Masters opened
their country house for the season
found large motor van turning in
at the gates of the next estate, the
Willows.
Dorothy Masters from her couch
hammock on the western terrace
caught glimpse through the trees
of the big van as it flashed up the
avenue door,
Perrydilps Pickles!' she groaned,
in despair, and then, turning to her
amiable little mother, who was read
ing near by, Dorothy went on: Moth
er, dear, Perrydill's Pickles have ar
rived"
MOI denied Mrs. Masters, in as
constituent.
Il shall never forgive Major Blum
for selling the Willows to such impos-
sible people, pursued Mrs. Masters.
folding her plump hands on her book.
why, they say, Dolly, that Mrs. Per
rydill actually began the business by
making pickles in her own kitchen,
and il became so profitable that her
husband gave up his position, what
ever it was, and helped her. Now they
have two immense factories and a
number of small ones here and therei"
Don't worry, mother; perhaps they
have exquisite taste, after all-only,
somehow, l seem to smell vinegar and
pickles every time their name is men,
toned. / wonder if there is a fam
ily?"
"A girl, believe-and your father
said there was a very clever son who
carried off all honors at college"
Perhaps Bob knows him."
Hardly. l hope that Bob won't
fall in love with the girl
Poor Miss Perrydill Pickles!"
Knocked Dorothy.
Il beg your pardon!' said a cool
little voice.
Mrs Masters and her daughter
jumped visibly.
Below them on the shaded path
stood a young girl of striking beauty,
albeit her hair was rich red and a
few golden freckles powdered her ap-
ple-blossom complexion. She wore a
simple dress of white linen and she
carried a white parasol.
Il beg your pardon" she repeated,
composedly, "but | am wondering If
your telephone? They have not con-
nected ours and it is very important
that l should talk to New York at
once"
Mrs. Masters was all cordially at
once.
"Of course" she cried, rising and
leading the way into the house. Pray
make use of it at your pleasure until
your own has been installed. Moving
is such a bore, isn't it?"
Il think it's rather fun" said the
girl, furling her parasol and shooting
an odd glance at Dorothy's splendid
young figure.
"Oh, do you? Just fancy! I'm
sure you are Miss Perrydill from the
Willows Yes? Let me introduce you
to my daughter Dorothy hope We
shall see a great deal of each other
this summer"
Dorothy added a pretty speech to
nodded and said that they went out
very little-were perfect hermits, in
fact.
After that she went into the house
with Mrs. Masters, and when she left
it was by another door, so that Doro-
n IL, fhof
noon. Mrs. Masters came back to the
terrace.
''Well?" she asked Dorothy.
Pretty as a picture" said Dorothy.
generously.
Il asked her about the family
from the business-the father who is
head over heels in his pickle watts. I
should judge from what she said
and brother, whom she mentioned
casually. We must call as soon as
they are settled
You vowed you wouldn't, Mother
Mastersi"
There is no harm in one call-if
they are mpossible-why, the &C
quaintance can die out
I'VE sound dreadfully snobbish.
mother" laughed Dorothy, suddenly.
Were only mustard, you know, Mas
ters' Monarch Mustard"
Mrs Masters WINGED. THAT was in
your grandfather's time, my dear.
Your father has not been actively con-
nected with mustard for many years,
and | doubt if people ever remember
how all our money was made
You don't despise the source of
your money, mother?" asked Dorothy,
quickly.
No-but did grow dreadfully tired
of seeing the advertisements and hear
ing the tiresome jokes about Masters
Mustard"
Il suppose the Perrydills feel the
same way about their awful pickles, !"
said Dorothy. Then she added. Here
comes Bob
Bob Masters sauntered up the path
and mounted the terrace to sink into
an extension -hair His straw hat
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