The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1878-04-12
One OF Bret Harte's Good Stories
hammy DOwncy's Pies.

mammy DOWuey y Ples.
Bret Harte in ScriUner for April.
The PIES and cakes made by tbe old
woman were, think remarkable rather
tor their inducing the same loyal and
generous spirit than for their intrinsic
excellence, and it may be said Appealed
more strongly to the noble aspirations OF
humanity than It's vulgar appetite.
Howbeit Everybody ate Nanny Down
ey's pies, and thought of his childhood.
Take 'em, dear boys" the old lady
would saw; sit does me good to see you
eat EN-: reminds me kinder of nv poor
Sammy. that, if he'd lived, would have
been ez strong and big ez you be, but
WAS taken down with lung fever at
SweetwaLer l kin see him yet; that's
forty years ago, dear2 comm on! o the
lot to the bakehOuse, and smlln such a
beautiful smile, like yours, dear boy, as
handed him mince or lemming turn
over Dear, dear how | do run onl and
those days Is pastl but l seem to live IN
Won againw The wife oithe hotel-keeper,
actuated by low jealousy, had suggested
that she seemed to live of them" bat AS
that person tried to demonstrate the
truth of her statemeOt by reference to
the cost OF the raw material used by the
old LADY, it was considered by the camp
as too practical and economical for con-
sheraton. "BesIdos," added Cy Per
kins. set old Nanny wants to turn an
honest penny in her old age let her do 1t.
How would you like your old mother TO
make pies on grub wages? eh2' A sug-
cestion that so affected his nearer (who
mad no mother) that he bought three o.
the spot. The quality of these pies had
never been discussed but once. 1t IS
related that young lawyer from San
Francisco. dining at the Palmetto res
Laurant, pushed away one OF Nanny
D5wney's pies with every expression OF
disgust ard dissatisfaction. AT this
iuncture, Whisky Dick, considerably
selected by his fsvorite stimulant, ap-
prosched the strangers table and, draw
ing up chair, sat unlimited before him
"Mebbe, Young man. he began grave
". ave don't like Nanny Dowuey's
pies?'
The stranger replied CURLY, and in
some establishment, that he did net, as a
rule, "est pie
,Young man." continued Dick, with
drunken gravity, "mebbe your accus-
toned to Charlotte -usks and blue mango;
| uebbee We cant eat unless your grub Is
cot M bv one of them French cooks?
Yet we-us boys var in this camp-cslIs
that ple-a good-s competent pie!'
The stranger again disclslmed any
thing but general dislike of that form
of pastry.
Young man. continued Dick, utter.
" uDheeding the explsnatiOn-"young
man. mebbee you onct had an oIe-very
ole mother, who, tottering down the vale
o wears. made pies. Mebbee, and it's
like your blank epicuresn soul, We turned
mn your nose on the old woman, and
went back on the pies and on her!
She thsl daddled We vile We wos baby
a little bsby Mebbee ye went back
IN her, and played of on her, and gave
her swav-desd away And now, meb-
bee Young mani wouldn't hurt you
for the world, but mebbee, atore We leave
this var table, VEIL EAT THAT PEI
The stranger rose to his feat, but the
muzz's Of dragon revolver in the un-
stesdv hand of Whisky Dick caused him
n sit down sgai1. He ate the pie, and
lost his case likewise, before a Rough
sud-Resdy jury.