The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1874-04-30
FlTzRoBINsoN,s CHICKEN PIE.

HNAIOVlueuuI VI SVlumVle oNSSb wv"
more than another, that thing is chicken
pie. They always have it OfThursday for
dinner, A protraCted meeting has been
going on in our new church ever since the
dedication. Mrs, FitzrobinSOn said she
wanted 10 have a few Of tho visiting broth
ren dine with the family some day, aud so
it was arranged that they should come on
Thursday Six Of them were invited, and
Mrs. FitzrobiusOn said she and her moth
would take oyster pie, and she knew well
enough one Of the br6thcrn would take the
same, so that the chicken pie would 60
around nicely, and leave piece for Po'
leg. Mr.. FitzrObinsOn felt little dub
ious on that score, but hC said nothing,
trusting to desperate chance,
Thursday came, and with it the six
shepherds. The memory Of dedication
still ranked 10 Fitzrobinson's bosom, and
he felt unkiudIy toward anything animate
or iDanimatc connected with that church.
We'll, the chicken pie camo on, smoking
and savOry, awaking pleasant nnticipations
in FitSrobinsOn's digestion. With itcamc
an oyster pie. After grace, FitSrobInSon
proceeded to carve tue chicken pic, cutting
it in six pieces, os directed by Mrs f.
Hc had a grim preseutimeut that each par
ticular piece was whispering maliciouSIy,
"I'm not for you" and the strange con-
cell made him thoroughly uncomfortable
He helped tue ladies lOOystcr pie, remark
ing its delicious favor, aud throwing 10 a
neat compliment to Mrs F,'s skill in this
branch Of the culinary art, ard then pro-
ceedcd to serve the chicken pie.
Being iuterrogated 90 ta@ point, The
Rev. Mr.. SolcmDface sigufcd his prefer.
ence for chicken pic, A look Of settled
sorrow crcpt over Fitzrobinson's massive
features, as be parted'with the FIRST piece,
II don't know whether it's fancy Of
mine, or what, but it seems as though the
oysters this season were better than ever
before.sa Haven't you observed it ny
.dcar?" to Mrs. +.
Mrs, Fitarobinsgp admitted that sht
shaas -l'isaa tI
"Mr. Meek, may | help you to some Of
the oyster pieH1 be asked, with the most
winning grace.
"Thupk yOu," replied that gentleman,
blaudIy. "I'lItry a bit Of chicken pic, il
you please"
II knew it." thought Fitzrobiusou, lOs.
ing faith momeutarily, Just see ifevery
one Of 'em don't take chicken pie. Ihopc
Old Testament III get thigh bone cross
wise in his wiudpipo-I do, so help me"
"My DEAR" said Mrs. f., sweetly,
YOU'RE spilliug the gravy on the cloth"
This didu'theIp FitzrobiusOn's mood in
the least. "She's chatting me-" be
thought, "confouud the luck"
"Mr. Sleek, l take it you'lltry some Of
the oyster pie?" to that gentleman, in any
thing but gentle tone,
"A little Of the chicken pie, by your
leave" was the soft rejoiDder.
Fitzrobiuson glared at him, and every
savory spoonful wruug his heart to the
very eorc. He felt like pouring The con
tents of the gravy dish over bis shining
crest. He gave him the back, and turned
to uezt guest.
"Oyster pie, sir?" loftily, carving a
nice, large piece, aud remnrkiOg that
Washington beats the world for cherry
stones.
Il think I'll try small piece, a very
small piece Of the chicken pie" answered
the Rev. Mr.. Oilyjohn, With a captivat.
ing smile.
II beg your pardon, did you say oys,
ters?" almost rudely.
Mrs. Browsmith. FitzrobiusOn's moth
er by marriage, whispered 10 The revOroned
pcntlenau's ear that Fitzrobinsoa was q
little deaf.
"Abn he CALCULATED, "bow unfoFtu.
nate!~ and at The top of bis voice to Fi'H'
robinson, 81 said Ohioken!'
II wonder who that can be making
such racket" observed FitsrObinsOn'
sarcpstioally, to bis wife, pretending to
listen, and thinking ferColy all the while
~ reckon the blamed old CbickcuSlsyer
=, J.r.,ldrmh Tu;sh was,