Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1872-03-21
POLLY'S PIES.

The clock struck three, and like a
punctual fate, Polly, with shovel IN
hand, flung wide the oven door. For
hours that laboratory had been q work,
unseen Of mortal eye, and the Fragrance
compounded of spice. of sugar, OF crust
ed ioaf and savorY fowl, which now
aoated forth aud filed the kitchen, told
the result. Far through the house
spread the delicious whiil' and stir
and hustle overhead announced that
some one recognized the signal and
knew that the baking was done.
n and ont travelled the busy shovel,
till the inner depth, where yet red
glow fingered, was reached, gave up It's
last treasure, and Polly, making n fan
of her apron, stood before the table to
inspect the results. There they We're
arrangeiin due order, the loaves brown
and white, the rolls, the cracking pork
and beans, the election cake, that diff
cult dninty over whose precarlouS for
tunes she mad watched till midnight,
Tie twenty pies, gold, brown aud
cranberry red, toothsome mince and
translucent apple, custard flecked with
cinnamon, tarts, open-mouthed and
gaping for the friendly Jam; and IN
the midst. its disc-like yellow chicken,
PIE, TO whose composition had gone
such wealth of cream, of celery, of fat
bed pullets. rs is not often met with
outside the Pursall farm. With some
thing of feeling Of "a general at the
head OF his battalion, Polly reviewed
her forces, noting here and there Il
specially crisp edging, and IN her own
mind apportIoning THIS and that to
Uncle Nathan or Aunt Sapphira, and
those to grace to-morrow's dinner, for
3" tomorrow was New England's
special lay--that great dry OF the
feast i'm behalf of which Governors
are wont to make proclamation and
ueighhors to vie in friendly zeal of
housewitery, and kind rmemherance
of those who have no portion of their
own.
Yes, said Folly, half aloud, that
will be best for the Bulger children, |
guess. The crust is little too brown,
but they won't mind that, aud it's so
bag. Then old Aunt Piggett shall have
lhlN Nbu lihl one l III send
An approaching footstep cut short
the sohoquy, and blushlng rosy red,
slie caught mp one special pie and hur-
ried it into the table drawer. Next
moment her mother entered
Well, Polly done2'
" Yes, mother, come and look at
them
They made a pleasant picture, that
mutaer aud daughter. as they stood side
10y side before that long ironing table
Mrs. pursall was tall and erect. the
very model of farmers wife. Strong,
sweet with face unfurrowed by the
wheels Of that light team, care and
worry who drive SO heavily over female
good looks in our country, and smile
undimmed and bright, it was easy to
vision forth the bonny bride who thirty
years before had passed through that
door on her wedding morning, To be
henceiOrth the Joy and comfort of all
within. And beside her stood the
vision renewed in her early youth. the
same eyes of happy blue, the same
dimpled cheeks, the same capable
hands, for Mrs. T. was a noted house.
wife, and Polly inherited the gift in
full measure 1t was with Il little heart
beat that she now watched her mothers
critical survey, aud the nod with which
il concluded.
" First-rate, dear never saw bet
tor And what lot Of them Some
are to send away, | suppose z"
:" Oh yes, indeed; 1t would take MS n
month to eat them all See, mother,
these are the ones picked ont forour
solves for tomorrow and Sunday, Won
know And he others are for different
folks old Kate, and uncle Nat and
the Burgers, and SO on Don't you
think was lucky in my loaf Of cake a.
:" Indeed Nou were, and it's trying
o.ae, too. Suppose you frost couple
Of the loavss for tomorrow evening,
aud put the Others away in the tin. You
must be sure and wrap them up well
Did you ask anybody TO come in the
eveaing besides the Watson's and Jimi