The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1879-11-20
POLLY's PIES.
A Thanksgiving story.

The clock struck three; and like a
punctual Fate. Polly, shovel in hand,
flung wide the oven-door. For hours
had that mystic laboratory been at work,
unseen of mortal eve, and the fragrance.
compounded of spice. of supar. Of crust
ed loaf and sayorv fowl which now
fioated forth and filed the kitchen. told
the result. Far through the house
spread the delicious Whit, and a stir
and hustle overhead announced that
some one there recognized the signal,
and knew that baking was done.z
In and out travelled the busy shovel
till the inner depth, where yet a red
glow fingered. was reached, gave up
its last treasure, and Polly, making a
fan of her apron, stood before the table
to inspect the result. There shey were.
ranged in order due, the loayes brown
and white, the rolls, the cracking pork
and beans, the-ss'lection cake,I that
difficult dainty, over whose preearious
fortunes she had watched till midnight
the two-and-twenty pies, gold, brown,
and cranberry red, toothsome mince
and translucent apple, custard hecked
with cinnamon, tarts open-mouthed
and gaping for the friendly jam; and
in the midst, its disk of yellow earth
enware towering above the rest, the
huge chicken pie, to whose composition
had gone such wealth of cream, of cell
cry, of fatted pullets, as is not often
met with outside the limits of the Pur-
sail farm. With something OF the feel
ings of q General at the head of his
battalion, Polly reviewed her forces.
noting here and there q specially crisp
edging, and in her own mind appor-
tioning this and that to Uncle Nathan
or Aunt Sapphira, and these to grace
to-morrow's dinners for "to-morrow -
was New England's special day-thst
" great day of the feast''-in behalf of
which Governors are wont to make
proclamation. and neighbors to vie in
friendly zeal of housewifery and kind
remembrance of those who have no
portion of their own. - ..-
EYES," said Polly, half aloud, "that
will be the best for the Bulger children,
1 guess. The crust is a littfd too brown.
but they won't mind that.sand it's so
big. Then old Aunt Pigett shall have
this; and that one I'll send-''
An approaching footstep cut short
the soliloquy, and, blushing ROSY red,
she caught up one special pie, and hur-
ried it into the table drawer. Next
moment her mother entered. 80
"Well, Polly, doneP'' 81 e. 1908 --a
eyes. mother. Come and look at
them. - -
Thew made a pleasant picture. that
mother and danobter- as thew stood
sid. by side before the LONG ironino-ta-
bic. Mrs. Pursall was tail and erect
the verv model of a farmers wife
strong sweet. with face nnfnrrowed bv
the Wheels of thai team. Care and
Worry, who drive so heavily over fe-
male good looks in our country. and
smile undimmed and bright, it was easy
to vision forth the bonny bride who.
thirty wears before, had passed through
chat door on her wedding mornino IN
he from tbencefortb the iov and com.
fort of all within Ard beside her
stood the vision renewed in early youtb.
the same ewes of happv blue. the same
dimpIed Cheeks. the same capable
hands; for Mrs. PursaIl was a noted
housewife. and Polly inherited the Gift
in full measure. It was with a little
heartbeat that she now watched her
mothers critical survey, and the nod
with which it concluded. | H.
"First-rate. dear: I never saw better.
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