The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1881-12-15
at the snowy pastry, remarked encour

IL was thanksgiving morning, and
miss Patience Pringle stood at the min
| lster's back door To be sure il was
rather early for callers, but Miss Pa.
I tlence was. as she often boasted. zone
OF the kind that never stood on cere-
mony,n Indeed, she didn'tsconsider. il
necessary even to knock before she
opened the door, although she nwas
thoughtful enough, In opening it, to do
80 softly. The minister's wife was, inst
taxing from the oven a newly warmed
chicken-pie, which she nearly dropped
from her hands, so startled was she nv
the sharp, shrill voice that spoke SO close
to her ear:
:. Good-nornin Mis- Graham. Ha;nt
oeen to breakfast yet, see-we had
ours half an hour ago. T know INV
mother used ter say that if anybody LOST
an hour in the mornin', they might
chase after it, all day an not ketch up
| with it then.
+ That's q good-looKin' pie11pretty
rich pastry, though, for, chicken-pie!
don't never put much, shortenin' in
anythingiof that kind; it's rich enough
INSIDE ter make up. But you're young.
an have got good many things 10
tllearn yet. l run in ter. see if you could
spare me cup OF yeast; mine soured.
an the last batch o,Tbread Z made I had
ter throw to the hogs satra0 7
| Certainly" and q. roguish smile
! lifted over the fair face of the minister 8
wife, at this specimen of her meddle-
some neighbor's own economy. But she
had learned the rare lesson Of a. Judi
cious silence, and taking the cup that
Miss Patience produced from beneath
ther shawl. she Dade her visitor be seated
while she left the room to get the de-
sired article. a,,...as -. : q
AS her steps died away, Miss Patience
fnoiseiesSIy arose from her seat. and apps
preaching the dresser upon which the
pie stood, peered curiously into the
apertures in. the. crust, her sharp face
expressing eager curiosity.
e fPll bet ninepences she didn't know
enough tel. put crackers in. wish,t |
could get one look, Jest ter ssatisfyS NY
Own mind, ! she addeds And deter
mined to accomplish her object at all
hazards, She ran q knife deity around
small portion of the edge, and insert
ing four inqpisitiye fingers, lifted the
brown crust and took a glimpse of The
contents.
"A look II unmiagased' disgust passed
over her face. dropping into aiconves
nlent Chair, she actually groaned aloud:
- Well, | never. an we pawn that
man five hundred dollars d year, besides
dPnation party at Christmas. Oughr'
unssispicious Mrs. Graham, as she
returned with the yeast, was somewhat,
ipazzled by the sudden frostiness of her
guest, who hurried; ont OF the house as
If some dreadful contagions had haunted
it; but Wheas the minister,sin carving
the pie that The deacon's wife had sent
made two curious discoveries almost
simultaneously,t the reason for Patience's
altered demeanof was made plain, and
the young pair INDUCED in a hearty
laugh that made the old parsonage ring
like a peal Of Thanksgiving bells. .s'p :.
), Inc tuesday following was, the regu-
lar day for the weekly sewing-circle,
and seldom had that interesting gath
ering proved SO lively and animated as
on this occasion.I nI 1s3aIsd s1aI
Miss Patience was in the field bright
and early, andit was evident ata glance
to those who knew her, best that she
was well nigh. bursting with some i'm
portant secret that she was only wait.
ing a fitting opportunity to sdivulqei
That pportunity was not long in CON-
ing, for Mrs. Deacon Farrell, Who was
q constitutional croaker, took occasion
to sayIin reference to the hard times:
ii The deacon has been tryin' ter col /
lect the. church tax, and he saws he
rfound money So tight in all the
years he's lived here. It's as hard ter
get live dollars now as il used terbe ten"
: And no wonder" spoke up Miss
Patience, with the stony severity of q
sphinx. !" You cant expect Folks ter |
feel like payinl seutr their money when
they see it fairly thrown away an
Everybody looked curious, and soma /
of the Younger girls began to bride de- I
iantly. The minister's sweet young |
wife was evidently afavorite with them,
It lPast. II
Z .iWIat I do YOU mean BY thatp" asked
Mrs. Deacon, pointedly. mis- Gra-.
nam d young aid inexpefienced, "a be-
'ure; but, as the deacon was sayin' unfy I
ess; she does very vell Indeed
Miss Patience tossed her head know
ngly. = don want ter say. nothin'
q hurt her, But, iyin next door as / t
10, / can't always help seem an hearin'
hings that other olks-can't be expected
@ know about, and when see AM know.
links like - ~aG sssssssT---
There was an ominoas pause, and the
ieacon's s wife asked, excitedly: u
3 Like whatP'' ~.
-"Chicken pies. with the legs an feet
# the chicken baked imp i aa98I T
Had a thunderbolt fallen among them
could not have caused greater sur
,rise to those tidy, thrifty New En-
,land housekeepers than this dreadful
evelation of the eificapacity Of their pas
or's young wifess axIz33Als Is 0K
care you sure of. it?" gasped one
natron. breaking the ominous silence.
II know it for q fact" was solemnly
'eturned. BILLET. SsA9
Chickens legs in pie!''
She's a born foofn ejacu1ated the
Ieacon's wife, Indignantly, land I'm
thankful. for her poor husbands sake,
hat l sent her over one of my pics ges-
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