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ll»l 1 1 1 1 A Happy Day Cottage ,, I .. A Very Natural Mistake. __ By MARGARET B. CONWAY I "You Oiin't miss it, Noll." cnlli'd Mrs. Reek mil .s the hig niiitni-ciir drew way from th i-ui li. "Tlio sif.'n is over the lmri li. 'Happy 1 :iy Vuthigv,' und if you arrive first just go ahead and start the dinner, will youV .lackman said the supplies would he wailing there. Good by. Sorry you won't come with us." It was 11 o'clock when Nell readied Silver Lake. The road was an unfa-1 miliar one. for she had never been to I the little resort before. It was late September and most of the cottages edging the lake were untenanted, but Happy Day Vottagc was at the very edge of the short road, and Nell left her ear in the shade of the trees and went up on to the little rustic porch. The door was locked, and it was evi dent that she was the first on the scene. She determined to go ahead mid prepare dinner for the hungry mo torists. for it had been agreed that the women of the party were to do the cooking. A round to the hack door went Noll, her arms burdened with luscious pencil ee she had found in town, and a bottle of ereavn, which delicacy she was cer tain Mrs. Reekman would forget. The hack door was unlatched, and Miss Gaines stepped into the little kitchen and found a grocer's basket heaped with packages and tins. She 1 S ffc/9i.VO BEE STOPPED SHORT AND STAKED. nnng her hat and cloak in the little passageway and pinned a convenient towel over her linen gown In lieu of an apron, and set to work to evolve a meal from the contents of the basket There were bread and butter, cereals, flour, eggs, sugar, coffee, tinned meats und fish, vegetables and. last of all, a torn bit of paper on which was scrawl ed in pencil: "The stake is in the refrijarater." And in a tiny ice filled box in the pantry Nell found a juicy sirloin steak—about large enough for two peo ple! Where were the other, hungry six to come in Nell shrugged her shoulders and set the sardines and tinned salmon aside. Nell Gaines was an excellent cook. Deftly she flew here and there, mak ing herself quite at home. When everything was ready Nell went into the living room and sat down by the window. Her eyes became accustomed to the cool dimness of the little room, and ehe noted with growing surprise that It was rather disorderly. Pipes and tobacco littered a smoking stand, books and magazines were heaped on chairs and tables, a tennis racket lay on a window seat and an artist's easel end painting kit cumbered another corner. A pair of masculine slippers stood Invitingly before the empty fire place. There was a sound from the kitchen and Nell hastened there, flushed and lovely with the anticipation of the general surprise when they should find dinner In readiness. She stopped short and stared. Framed in the open window, with his elbows on the sill, was a perfect giant of a young man, attractively homely as to features, with steady gray eyes and stubby brown hair. His face was tanned to a warm brown and his bends and arms above his elbows, where bis shirt sleeves were rolled up. were the same golden tan. So Nell stared at him and he stared at Nell until her face flushed a deeper rose and she made another step for ward. "Good morning." she said rather coldly. "Ah, good morning." he said, still staring. "Mrs. Beek ma has not arrived yet," •he said significantly. "Indeed?" he asked, with polite sur prise in his tone. "If you care to wait for Mrs. Beel -1 man I am sure she will be along any moment now. I promised to have din» ner ready.' and here are some com fortable chairs on the front porch.'' said Nell, feeling rather frightened at the presence of this grave faced young man. Perhaps he recognized her fear, for almost at once he lifted his head from his lists and went a round the path to the front |Krch, the sun shining warm ly down on his untidy "hatch of hair. "(Hi, dear. 1 wish they would come! The dinner will be spoiled!" At that instant came the distant toot of a nu tor horn, and Nell tied hack' to the, Uit"hen and prepared the coffee and broiled the steak. Between whiles she laid another. place at the tabic for the unexpected guest who was undoubtedly some friend of Mrs. Reeknian's. At the end of another fifteen minutes Nell went out and looked up and down the road, but there was no sign of mo torcar or the expected party. "I'm hungry as a bear." sighed Nell at last. "It's after 1 o'clock, and I've simply got to eat!" Rai in the kitchen she found the strange young man filling the doorway into the ball. "Excuse my sudden appearance." he said diffidently, "but I've been in the woods all morning, and I'm about starved, pan we have something to A very bewildered Nell followed him around, and together they gazed at the little white painted sign nailed over the porch. "Happy Day Cottage," it read, sure enough. "You see, Miss Gaines, the village boys run down here out of season and amuse themselves by transferring the signs from one cottage to another, much to the indignation and confusion of the owners. This 'Happy Day' sign has been on my cottage for a week, and I let it stay. This is really Pint Cottage, and 1 saw that sign down on the big red cottage at the end of the row. Very likely your friends are down there feasting and wondering where you are. Shall we go down there now and explain?" "Oh, let me think for a moment!" cried Nell. The result of her cogitations, togeth er with the sage advice of her host, was that she alone should drive up to the real Happy Day Cottage and say nothing of her odd adventure. "You must let me clear away this wreckage." insisted Ellis as he helped Nell into her cloak. "I don't mind in the least and I shall never forget my surprise, at finding you here and the pleasant hours we have spent Indeed, this shall always be to me Happy Day Cottage, for It marks a very happy day." So Nell allowed him to put her Into the runabout and gave him permission to call upon her some day, and she rolled slowly up to the real Happy Day Cottage, where the astounded motorists brought her remains of their cold din ner and marveled at her lack of ap petite. And the next year, after Nell bad married Delbridge Ellis, they spent the summer at Silver Lake, and Ellis al ways called the place "Honeymoon Cottage," though the name over the door plainly said "Pine Cottage." I BIRDS KEEP 1 eat without waiting for Mrs Reekman I and the rest of "em?" "Why, of course." said Nell slowly, and with a charming smile she admit ted: "I'm hungry as a bear myself. That's a very small steak for nine peo ple. isn't it?" she a sited anxiously. "I could eat every scrap myself." he announced as be neatly slipped the steak to a hot platter and carried it Into the dining room. "I forgot to introduce myself." be said pleasantly. "1 am Delbridge Ellis." "And I am Eleanor Gaines." said Nell, acknowledging bis introduction with simple courtesy. "Will you have a cupful of coffee now. Mr. Ellis?" "If you please," he said, passing her a plate containing the choicest portion of the steak. "This is great," he said as be attack ed the mealy baked potatoes. "1 tell you keeping bachelor's ball isn't all It's cracked up to be. Why, I've eaten no many sardines that the junkman has to call once a week for the empty tins. That's almost a fact." "Then you live around here, too?" asked Nell, with interest "Why. yes," he answered, with a puzzled glance at her. After that he was silent for a long time, but they fell to chatting on indifferent subjects, and by the time they had discussed the sliced peaches fand the thick, yellow cream the time had passed so swiftly that Mr. Ellis announced reluctantly that It was 3 o'clock. "Oh, dear! 1 am afraid something has happened!" cried Nell anxiously as they arose from the table. 'Tardon my asking the question. Miss Gaines, but will you please tell me who is Mrs. Beek man?" Nell ski red. "Who is Mrs. Beek man?" she repeated. "Why, don't you know?" He shook his head, smiling in the particularly winning way that was very attractive to Nell Gaines. "1 nev er heard of her before, and I am won dering why she has honored me by holding a sort of glorified picnic here in my bachelor quarters." "In your bachelor quarters!" echoed Nell blankly. "Why. Mr. Ellis, surely you are mistaken. This is Mrs. Reek man's place, isn't it—Happy Day Cot tage? Why, 1 read the sign over the porch." "To be sure ou did!" he exclaimed after a moment. "I see it all now. It was a very natural mistake to make. Miss Gaines, and I'm in a perfectly glorious dinner, but I'm afraid you have missed a delightful time with your friends. Please come around to the front porch with me." Exterminate Them and Man's Years en Earth Would Be Few. Birds live to eat. It is lucky for men tI ivy do, for if the birds did not breakfast man would not dine. Some years ago a French svienti.-t told the worid that if all the birds should suddenly die 111:111 would have only a year's life leIt to hint. The Frenchman proved his point to the r-alisl'actiuii of other scientists, but laymen laughed and the usual proportion of hem kept on killing. It always has liven my belief that the sin of bii peix.vut inn had its beginning with m-r siti W a a cedar bird or a cat bird or any other bird eat an occasional cherry Their dinners of cut worms, caterpillars and other things noxious make cherry dessert their due. How much does a bird eat Take the robin as an example. Jt eats at certain seasons of the year about double its weight in insects and worms every day. A man in order to satisfy an equally well developed appetite would have to eat about 300 pounds of food all told at Iiis three daily meals. To do this lie would need to be thirty feet tall, ten feet thick from front to back and about five feet across the shoul ders. The bird's dinner hour begins at sunrise and ends an hour after sun set. Any legislation looking to the shortening of its hours of labor, which are coincident with its hours of eating, would bring famine. All the song birds and all the silent birds give their service to man and they ask no pay for it except to be let alone. And the farmer who is wise will let the old shotgun rust out before he turns it on his best friends—the birds.—Edward B. Clark in Country Gentleman. Scientific Shoveling. For a first class shoveler ther.e is a particular shovel load at which he will do his biggest day's work with no increase of effort on his part. To determine what this load is a series of tests was made at the works of the Bethlehem Steel company. Experienced shoveler?. who could be depended on to do trustworthy work, were selected and tests were made with shovel loads varying from five pounds to forty pounds, with the result that a load of twenty-one pounds was found to be the one giving the greatest efficiency. With the twen ty-one pound load a shoveler will do as much as 20 per cent more work than with loads that arc a great deal more or a great deal less than this and with less effort.— Popular Mechanics. His Ordinary Method. Professor Sawyer was a deliberate man and accurate as well. No amount of rheumatism could change him in either of these particulars. His wife, who had left him groan ing and apparently crippled in his room, was startled to see him limp painfully into the kitchen an hour later. "Oh, professor/' she cried, hurry ing to meet him and provide a comfortable resting place, "how in the world did you get out of bed and down here?" "By de-grees, my dear," said her husband, his brow drawn with pain "by de-grees."—Youth's Compan ion. Gladstone's Sleepless Nights. Mr. Gladstone once confessed that only twice in the whole course of his career he had been afflicted with sleeplessness. The first occa sion was during the formation of his first cabinet, when he lay awake one night trying to think out how certain ministers would agree with one another. His second sleepless night was due to a gale of wind. He had almost cut through the trunk of a large chestnut that after noon, but had left the tree standing in order that Lord Napier who was coming next day might see it. Hearing the wind, he lay speculat ing what were the chances of the tree remaining standing. Good Excuse. "You wish to be relieved from jury duty," said a certain judge, "but you haven't given a good rea son." "It is to save money for the peo ple," replied the unwilling tales man. "I have dyspepsia, judge, and never agree with anybody. If I go on this jury there will be a dis agreement and the county will have to go to the expense of a new trial." All right," said the judge short ly. "Excused." \t*% us ALIVE. 5 garden. Adam probably in tin' I a robin picking a\ay at a «lurry and in stantly said, The bird is a thief." Then I've very likelv saw a si-ariet timager sunning itself and straight way coveted its plumage. S«i it is that the hand of man and 1 he head of woman have been raised against 1 he bird ever since. 5 I •2» 1 I Bran per ton I Shorts per ton For Sale. One "Advance" steam engine, 22 horse power, overhauled and in perfect order, guaranteed to stand rigid boiler test and to de velop rated horse power. One 8 bottom engine gang plow used one season. Both of these will be sold at bargain prices. J. H. Mead & Son, MURRAY BROS. DRAY & TEAM WORK Phone- NO. 91. SISSETON V •& LIST YOUR LAND With me for a qiuck sale. I have every op portunity of disposing of same at a good ad vantage. Roberts county land ought to sell well this fall. O E I E N Sisseton, S. D. Solicits your flour trade "Dakota Pride" $1.20 We sell Hard and Soft Goal OFFICE OVER REXALL DRUG STORE Office No. 146 Phone: ill Licht Co. 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