The Plymouth Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1869-1941, 1870-11-10

noon you shall be supplied with bread, bis
cult, cake and I'll the other accessories !;
and mind. the only thing | allow you to
furnish is butter. which do not make.
Very well, It's all settled then. and |
will leave you. On the whole, tai. ar
raselnent suits me; it relieve. me Of u
great responsibility. for your cookery is
well known TO be particularly nice. SO,
goodbye till THURSDAY"
Mind YOU say nothing about this. Hat
tie, to any one; it is a secret of mine"
Very well, as YOU say: III keep mum.
Good bye again. for you will have your
hands full. and must not interrupt YOU.
So off Mrs Nane went, inwardly Won
dering what crotchet demurc little Mary
had got into Der steady little head
Everything came off on that baking day
precisely as Mary could have wished IT,
Her bread was light and sweet, and white
as a snow flake, with Just golden brown
line of crust surrounding it; her cakes
were perfection her cruierS crisp and de
lcious. Then she knew that her preserved
fruits were nice, and if ever there was
sponge cake more like sOlidilied frOth she
would like to see it. Everything was sent
in to Mrs. Vane on Wednesday afternoon,
and she had all Thursday TO devote TO her
dress
Mary looked very pretty that night al
the tea party, for her eyes shone with a
purpose, and she had just enough excite
ment about ii 10 redden her cheeks in be
coming manner Add to this that she was
dressed with neatness and taste, and you
will not be unwilling to believe me when
say that she was quite the belle of the oc-
casion. Joe evidently thought so himself;
/ for strange to say, he made no remarks on
! her appearance that night calculated to
lower her self-esteem; but contrariwise,
/ gazcd ut her from time TO time with the
most profound satisfaction.
/ But murder will out" 1t came out on
! this occasion when they SAT down TO sup
! per Everybody was delighted: there had
not been such an exceptional tea in that
neighborhood for long time Country
people are very fond of their teas; they
compare one with another with admirable
connoisseurship This one was a triumph.
Mrs Nane, YOU are the perfection of
bread makers. Your biscuits are quite
beautiful Were ever such crullers made .
/ How do YOU manage it, Mrs Nane: What
! lovely sponge cake"
Mrs Nane and Mary occasionally
changed glances and smiled, but nobody
! noticed it,
Joe had been behaving so beautifully all
that evening that Mary began to be afraid
her plans had failed He came out now,
however, greatly to her satisfaction.
This is feast, indeed" he said. \
fellow is fortunate who has a wife that can
make such bread as this, to say nothing of
the sponge cake | can't see why i is.
Mary-you improve, ii is true, give YOU
credit for that-but don't see why il Is
that all women cannot have the knack that
Mrs Nane has of cooking to perfection.
If YOU could make such bread as this,
Mary, your husband would be Il happy
man.
Mrs. Nane looked at Mary and Mary
/ looked at Mrs. Nane. Light had broken
upon the mind of The latter Ii broke like
a flash of lightning, and then there was an
explosion-not of thunder, but of laughter
Joe looked up amazed He was a man
who petted his dignity enormously. What
did these women mean TO laugh 50 al a SO
Der, sensible remark of his? Particularly
what could Mary mean, To SO tribe with
the respect she owed her husbands
He began to grow very red indeed. Mrs
Nane saw i, presently. and To his and
Mary's relief: for poor Mary began to be 1
little frightened nj the success of her OWL
scheme She did not like joe to he angry
at any rate.
Mr. Starr" said Mrs Nanc, ." an
truly glad YOU like this very excellent
cookery, for it is all your wifes. by youI
own showing you ought TO be a very happy
man"
Here the whole company caught the in
fiction, and joined in the laugh sgainsi
Joe 1t was no use to get angry at 50
many people SO, before long, Joe Joined
the chorus himself