Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1875-01-23

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ma wants to borry her new pollynay
pattern" Mr.. Bacon gazed upon the
child as though he were a being from
another world, for he had been work.
ing so earnestly, that he had almost
forgotten the world. mo, no." he
said at last, "wife's gone, come again
tomorrow. And here, sonny dear
here's nice cake for YOU And poor
John pried vigorously at his tea-cake
but as it did not choose to leave the tin
he generously gave the boy tin and all
and pushed him out the back door, with
a sweet smile, thus clearing the decl
for further action, and getting rid of the
dubious looking cake ut one stroke.
lie looked at tho clock and found that
only an hour remained before the train
was due. What he did must be done
quickly. He looked at the receipt
book, " Here" quoth he, is rule
for making drop-cakes. | wonder how
they'll go. I declare cooking is a,gful
hard work. No wonder the old negro
told about cookinary boderations. Let's
see, drop-cakes, drop-cakes-one cup
sugar, one cup milk, one half-cup but
ter, little soda--butit it don't say o word
about the drop part. Never mind,
it'll drop down our throats fast enough,
if Betseys as hungry as I am. A little
soda, guess that's about three teaspoon
fuls; that'll make it rise good"
He soon had the cake i'll the oven, and
turned his attention to the blanc mango.
Mrs. Bacon had of course, made blanc
mango, but he did not recognize the
name, and thought he had made some
thing new. He set it away to cool with
real pride. 1t had a beautiful green
color, which the pieces of yellow rind
set off to perfection.
The cake was soon done: but as he
took it from the oven, using his wife's
apron for a holder, lie burned his fin
gers severely. This caused him to drop
tho cake into the coalbed, which sat by
the oven door. "There," said he,
" that must be where the drop comes in.
But somehow, the cake looksas though
it had the jaundice, don't believe we can
eat it! What shall we have for supper /?
But there's the door bell, I declare! it's
been dingin' away there five minutes, at
least. l WASH t going toilet anybody in,
but that must be telegram; perhaps
poor Betsoy Jane has had q railroad
smash-up, and gone where she won't
want any more suppers."
John was mistaken for when he
opened the front door, he found Betsey
Jane, over whose smiling countenance
there came look of dismay when she
saw her husband with smirchy face,
powdered hair, burned and blackened
and soiled clothing. With woman s
instinct she rushed into the kitchen, she
found the drop-cake in the coal-hod,
and everything in confusion.
" Why, John, what has happened ?"
"I-I-I--" said John, 81 thought
I'd get You nice supper, but somehow,
things don't seem to turn out good. I
don't know what ails 'em But" he
added, with a desperate attempt at
cheerfulness. GIVE got some splendid
blanc mango; it's real nutritious--just
see it'll" What in the name of common
sense did you make it OFF" gasped Mrs.
Bacon.
go, some of that nice moss you got
the other day."
Mercy on us! you have taken the
moss got to make moss crosses and
wreathes of. Why, man-a-live we never
use that to cook with. And for PHYS
sake, what are those yellow crunchs P"
go, them ?" said John, who by this
time had his hand upon the Ontside
door knob, +" that's lemon!"
Mrs. Bacon looked at the blanc
mango, at the drop-cake and the disor-
dered state of the room, then dropping
into chair, she laughed until she cried,
in which exercises John joined, much to
his relief. :.
Mr.. and Mrs. Bacon made supper
of crackers and milk, and as the shades
OF night drew around their dwelling,
John Bacon was wiser, if not better
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