The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-10-22
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.
| 'Perrydills 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. Master.
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 it 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 there"
Fancy" commented Dolly, wrin-
king her pretty nose.
You can imagine what they will
do to the Willows" complained Mrs.
Masters, as if it really mattered to
her, anyway; paint the house red
or green-have iron dogs and deer
on the lawn and drive big red car.
Dorothy laughed
Don't worry. mother; perhaps they
have exquisite taste, after all-only
somehow, | seem to smell vinegar and
pickles every time their name is men
toned. wonder if there is fam
ily?"
"A girl, beleve-and your father
said there was very clever son who
carried off all honors at college,"
Perhaps Rob knows him."
, Hardly. l hope that Bob wont
: fall in love with the girl"
: Dorothy laughed again.
. Don't borrow trouble, mother. i
may be that the girl won't look a
Brother Fob"
Il Mrs. Masters bristled.
"She is more than likely to notice
him. Dolly. she said, in an offended
tone Your brother is very hand
some and an extremely Fascinating
young man.
Poor Miss Perrydll Pickles!
Knocked Dorothy.
Il beg your pardon" said coo
} little voice.
e Mrs Masters and her daughte
+ jumped visibly.
, Pelow them on the shaded pat
!. stood young girl of striking beaut,
albeit her hair was rich red ana
Il few golden freckles powdered her al
e ple-bl0ssom complexion. She wore
IT simple dress of white linen and sh
Ie carried a white parasol.
~ 81 beg your pardon" she repeated
composedly. but am wondering
you will be SO kind as to let me us
your telephone? They have not col
nected ours and it is very importaf
" that I should talk to New York {
d. once"
u Mrs. Masters was all cordially
, once.
"Of course" she cried, rising ar
leading the way into the house. "Pra
-e make use of it at your pleasure unit
le your own has been installed. Movir
n is such bore, isn't it,
a. 81 think it's rather fun" said Il
a. girl, furling her parasol and shootir
;. an odd glance at Dorothy's splend
young figure.
ooh. do you? Just fancy!
sure you are Miss Perrydill from Il
ut Willows. Yes? Let me introduce "
re to my daughter Dorothy hope
:. shall see a great deal of each 9th
"a this summer.
~ Dorothy added pretty speech
ne her mothers. but Lima Perrydill on
,e, nodded and said that they went o
w very little-were perfect hermits.
fact.
- After that she went into the hou
with Mrs. Masters, and when she Il
il was by another door, so that Dol
eu thy did not see her again that aft
est noon. Mrs. Masters came back to t
terrace.
"Well?" she asked Dorothy.
Pretty as a picture. said Dorotl
generously. Poor Fobby,"
Iv. Rob hates red hair said 30
er. mother. She looks like a little ST
lie fire"
ey Bob likes that kind" insinuat
Fl. Dorothy.
ION II asked her about the family
q | there's the mother. who has retir
from the business the father, who
head over heels in his pickle watts
should Judge from what she sait
wn and brother, whom she mention
al. casually We must call as soon
70 they are settled"
You vowed you wouldn't, Mott
Masters
There is no harm in one call
they are impossible why, the
quaintance can die out.
pc, we sound dreadfully snobbi
teu mother. laughe1 Dorothy, sudde;
no We're only mustard. YOU know NJ
a tiers Monarch Mustard
lus- Mrs. Masters WINGED That was
YOUR grandfather's time, any .
Your father has rot been actively c
nee, with mustard for many rat
. a and doubt If people over reG.em
nrs NOV, all our money was made.
ID" You don't despise the source