Bradford reporter. [volume] (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, 1858-07-01
PUBLISHED

be all l want this noon-l can never eat pork
when have the headache"
Does your head ache very badly ?" asked
his wife, mischievously, scarcely able to refrain
from laughing outright at this his first get of
from his mothers cooking.
Not very" said he but I'm afraid it will
and so shall keep on the safe side"
by this time the mother had brought him
the milk, and it was a sight to gladden. the
heart OF citizen, so pure, so sweet, and with
such sweet, golden cream.
This is NICE" said he as he swallowed about
a spoonful" now shall feast" and he reach
ed for the bread, but his wife, who was very
attentive to his looks, saw the happy express
sion pass off, as he slowly crumbed the slice
he had just taken.
" IN dreadful sorry" said his mother, pass
ing the plate TO her daughter, " dreadful sorry
about my bread. But l had the worst of luck
with it /; fhe emptyings took e'enmost all day
to come up, and then forgot the dough, and it
stood till it soured little, and the oven some
how wasn't first rate Husband had mind
that should give it to the pigs, but said it
was better than none, but it's most gone now,
and I'll try to have better tomorrow"
Then you do have bad luck once in a
while said the younger Mrs. Lawrence. Harry
thought you never did"
Harry has forgotten. Yes | believe that
every one does sometimes"
Harry'S wife wondered if he ever remember
ed telling her many times, that there was no
excuse for even poor bread. But she forgave
him all the pain he had caused her by such re-
marks, as she saw with what wry face he
llOmad tho or rva bread
Would you sooner have doughnut I"ask-
his mother shortly, passing him the dish as she
spoke. They are the real old fashioned
kind
I'm going to get mothers receipt for them"
said the young wife, with seeming earnestness
=" they have a substantial look about them
which strikes my fancy"
But Harry declined taking any, saying that
he would coufne himself for that meal to bread
and milk-milk, he should have said for the
bread was mostly left in the bottom Of the
bowl.
" Pm sorry havn't piece of pie for you,"
said the good mother, as they arose from the
table, you don't eat enough to keep chick
en- alive"
" Yes, | have said the son gaily-" it was
all good, firSt-rate, only little too hearty for
man with headache. Come, Mary, put
on your sun-bonnet, and we'll be off to fathers
orchard-there's desert there to feast the We
rieSt epicure."
guess your headache is BETTER" said
Mary, very demurely, as her husband threw
aside the twelfth peach pit, how you do
eat ?"
Eat" said he, why Pm almost starved.
Such greasy pigs mess as we had, when |
expected a chicken pie-it turns my stomach
now to think of it,"
But it was mothers cooking" Mary felt
like saying, but she was prudent woman and
the time was not yet come.
About four o'clock in the afternoon, the good
mother, having knit to the middle of the seam
needle, carefully rolled up the thick blue wool
ell sock, and repenishing the fire in the stove,
set about making preparations for supper.
1" Does Harry love custard pies as we'll as
ever ~ said she to Harry's wife, as she tied on
her baking apron.
" Yes, indeed he doeS-there is no pie of
which he is fonder."
" Then l will make some for tea," said the
good mother.
" Let me see you, do, mother" said Mary
following her into the buttery. | want to
learn all your ways" and she carefully watch
ed the process. But she could not help NEIL
tally drawing a comparison between her own
cuStardS, with their rich puff paste, their sweet
ming of refined loaf sugar, and havorng of roSe
vanilla or lemon, with the substantial looking
ones the mother prepared, with the crust Of
rye -four wet up with buttermik, maple sugar
for sweetning, and allspice for seasoning "and
and she could not help wondering how Harry
could prefer them TO hers, aud i'll her heart she
did not believe he would. But such as they
were, they were made and set in the
oven, and then the good old mother
said she would make some cream biscuits
These Mary said was of no use for to look at,
she could never have any cream to use, and so
she ran out into the fields to meet her husband,
to gladden. his appetite with the fact that he
was to sup on custard- pie and cream biscuits.
" Cream biscuits !! said he-"wel I'm glad
of that, for | wanted you to eat biscuit that is
biscuit You will hardly dare to offer me your
soda ones again. Do you remember how streak
ed they were the last time
Yes, indeed do, and the hearty cry
had over them. / wonder if any one else ever
had such troubles in cooking as do :"
No need of such troubles" said he with
that oracular look which husbands always as
sumo when dscoursing of household affairs
h" A woman who has the happiness of her fam.
lily at stake, will never place upon the table a
dish that is not properly cooked" He had
forgotten his mothers poor bread, but Mary
yet was generous. She thought of the custard
pie, and triumphed at her heart.
She fancicd as she entered the house, that
her mothers countenance wore troubled look,
and sought an explanation. With tears in
her eyes the old lady bewailed the failure of
her biscuits but they were not streaked with
salaratus, but green all through. " l must
have made mistake, and put in two spoonfuls
instead of one. am so sorry"
Harry worried down half biscuit and
three mnnthfnls of ME and then askinn for a