Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1915-09-01


lowell and peered under. .Rread ;, she
CRED. her black eyes swapping with en-.
cltement do you know that we're
the only competitors for the bread
prizei Everybody else has gone In for
cake"
indeedT asked Milly indiferently.
susan Brown laughed sharply.
Funny, amt itT she giggied, "but
my brother heard Frank Barlow say
mat he didn't think any woman ought
TO get married till she could make a
perfect loaf Of bread. There's ma call.
ing. must CO." she ended hastily as
Sadie's eyes shot sparks Of fire.
Milly's pretty color went with the
sickening wave Of disgust that swept
over her.
I've good mind not to exhibit nv
bread" exclaimed Sadie vindictively.
She had another reason for being net
ued-her own bread had come from
the pans heavy and unwholesome look
ing, and her glance at Milly's loaves
had revealed the unquestioned superb
GRITTY Of the latter's bread.
Milly picked up her basket and moved
toward the table.
Il shall exhibit mine" she said even
~. 1T is quite well known that I
am not contestant for anything save
the Little River prize"
That was the meanest thing Milly
Fenwick had ever said. and she regret
ted 1t instantly. Not only did the scar
let OF anger spread over Sadie's narrow
face, but there was another listener.
Frank Barlow was passing at the mo-
ment, and his gray eyes met Milly's
with puzzled expression in their cool
depths.
Sadie called him to assist her at an
other table, and 80 Milly was quite
alone when she arranged her beautiful
loaves Of bread on the table which had
been arranged In the form Of snowy
pyramid on which were placed canned
fruits, jellies, jams, pickles, cakes and
needlework Of every description, for
every woman and girl In Little River
made It point to enter something In
the competition for domestic prizes.
Mllly placed the card bearing her
name In the proper place among her
four handsome loaves and then went
away to Join her friends ut the other
end of the tent 1t was a busy after
noon and evening, and It was not un-
til closing time that Milly found time
to go and take another look at her
precious loaves
To her delight the judges were group
ed around her exhibit and she over
heard several fiattering remarks.
"It's my bread, mother" she whis-
pered. pinching her mothers arm
II want to see It, dear" said Mrs.
Fenwick as the judges moved away.
For long time Milly Fenwick and
her mother stood there and stared at
the four big loaves Of bread that bore
the card of Sadie Downs. Milly Fem
wick's name was on the three little
soggy loaves piled near by.
"Milly, that's not Sadie's bread!"
cried Mrs. Fenwick Indignantly.
II know 1t, mother. Please don't say
anything now. Come away whisper
ed Milly nervously. and she drew her
mother aside us Sadie Lownes came to
the table with her hand In Frank Bar
lows arm.
There, Mr.. Barlow. What do you
think of that for prize breadT' asked
Sadie daringly. Her eyes shot an I'm
pudent glance at Millys scornful face.
II declare, Frank" she added In low
er tone. "Milly Fenwick acts so mean
and jealous about this bread Of mine!
Really 1t makes me feel quite uncom-
fortabler
Frank Barlow said nothing, but his
eyes followed Milly's graceful form as
she accompanied her mother from the
tent. When he turned toward Miss
Lownes' animated face there was a
stern look about his mouth that made
the frivolous Sadie quite uneasy.
Frank Barlow was the most well to do
young farmer In Little River, and mar
ringe with him meant a life Of COM
parative ease for his wife. The Bar
lows were the moneyed people Of Lit
tie River, and Sadie Lownes was ambi-
douS
you haven't said that you admire
my bread" chided Sadie.
This Is the finest bread have ever
seem" said Frank gravely
There! am complimentary cried
Sadie Come! Take me home. Frank.
I'm tired to death! There goes Mft
Roberts. suppose he's going home
with Milly."
Frank WINGED, and he did not notice
that Milt Roberts was accompanying
silly Susan Brown to her home and
that Milly Fenwick drove soberly home
with her parents.
The Fenwicks decided to say nothing
about the change Sadie Lownes had
made In the cards, and Milly WINGED
more than once at the sly laughter Of
her acquaintances when they examined
the hard little loaves that bore her
name.
But she did not speak to Sadie
Lownes. She passed that brazen