Evening star., 1922-07-09
.TriIby May Checks Up s9s:s;; s2sss:ii Story sss

~ NJ VI
And Bottles in 1t! Full. too! Say.
Trilby May, look at this!"
''Eh?" says I. brushing the cobwebs
of the label. Madeira wine. eighteen
-er-hfty-six! Well. we'll! Howdy-
do! Much obliged to meet you. Try
another grab, Barry, boy"
This time 1t was bottle of old
port, London Dock. Next came = fat
old shaped jug Of Holland schnapps,s q
bottle Of old d2brandy and one Of Med
ford rum. BY the time he'd cleaned
the place out he had brought to light
nearly two dozen bottles. full Of vari-
Gus kinds Of almost. forgotten booze.
"And every drop practically price
less" says he. Say you did have
some sporty old aunt. after all"
Il doubt it," says l. More likely
it was that Peter Judd person who
kept his private stock so secret. If
Aunt Luella had known. of all this
she could never have gone SO sour on
the world. At least. she would have
had, few mellow moments. Anyway.
this is some treasure we've unearthed
AS feel now, All Baba had nothing
on me! Let's put it all back. and not
breathe word about 1t to any one.''
We had just tucked the last bottle
in tenderly and slid tho secret into
place when IneZ came crashing up the
cellar stairs quite excited.
You can't guess whattI find. Trilby
May she announces. Just you
come down and see:" '.- =.
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A Nd when we had followed her
down the stairs she led US to a
dark corner. threw open door and dis
played a long swinging shelf loaded
with jars and glasses. ,.'.
Jams, jeilies. preserves" says she.
m m-m-m" r-&Fz
Really" says I. Yes, you're alb
solutely right. Crab apple Jelly. cur
rant jelly, strawberry preserves, ap-
PIE butter. raspberry jam. blueherry
sauce! Why, here's enough to stock
half dozen tea rooms. Aunt Luella
was some industrious Gamer, Til say. !.
And trust you, Inez. to- dig out any
thing like this"
"If we had some hot biscuits and
butter now." signs Inez. Watt I
wanna tell Uncle Nels"@s ,, co..
But we had to scout around the
yard to find him, and when we did his
shrewd eyes were all lit UP ,enthusi-
astic.
You don't find the garden, ,you,"
says he. Raspberry bushes, black
berries. rhubarb plants. asparagus
and everything. Cherry trees. too.
and lotta good apples. Some red as
trakhans. See"' =
Well, we'll" says I.
You could raise lotta things here"
he goes on, TT amt too late now for
peas. and beans. Maybe green corn.
Say"
Il KNOW" says l.. But it would be
bit unhandy having a garden here
and living on East 2lst street. New
York. Quite a way to go to do a lit
tie wedding. wouldn't it be: or to pick
a mess of pease:"
his ear. You gonna go back toto
that place. where the felIer plays sax
ophone in next hat all day."
Well. that was the general idea.
wasn't it?". says I.
And leave all them: jams and jel-
lies?" protested Ines.
Not to mention. certain other
items" adds Barry
| Must be gettin' pretty hot by New
York now" comes in Uncle Nels
And gradually I got the notion.
oh n
act as if I'd thought it out all by
myself
"Of course" says I, I'VE only started
out on weekend trip, just to dodge
the heat and the amateur musician.
l suppose we could go back and stand
1t for month or six weeks and hope
that the town cools of and that some
body kills that saxophone player But
in the meantime I've inherited a per-
fectly good country place. There are
tables and chairs and beds and bed !
ding. and a cook stove, and jams and
jeliies. and fruit growing on trees
and bushes. and-and a lot of other
things. Why couldn't we camp out
here for a while and be rather com.
fortable?"
Sure" says Inez. ''If I could get
some flour i could make some hot
biscuits
Il can pick lotta nice berries" says
Uncle Nels.
And with a little ice and tall
glass" says Barry. "Oh. boy"
Glad L can make you all see it as
I do" says I. why go back to New
York when 1 own a slice of New
Hampshire? Shall we. give it a try?"
The vote was unanimous, and
Barry, who's still a good deal of a
kid, hoped up on a bench and made
us join him In giving three long
cheers for Aunt Luella.