The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1881-07-07

JULY Z, 1881.
gravy: thatl keep it from bein' dry, if it's
"Yesm' answered Sally, briskly; and
catching up the rolling pin she brought it
down with an emphasis upon a lump of
dough upon the moulding board.
As the stairway door closed behind her
mistress, Sally dropped the rolling pin, and
. look ofperplexity crept overher dull face,
making it ten times more stolid than usual,
while she repeated in ludicrous bewilder-
ment:
"Giblets! What in all creation, if any,
body can tell me, does she mean by them?"
Involuntarily she took step forward,
but checked herself as quickly, while
cunning smile replaced the look of perplex-
ity, and she muttered triumphantly:
II guess amt going to confess my ig-
norance to the deacon's wife, and let her
say, as she always does, Two terms ter the
cademy, Sally, and not know that! No
ma'am! not while there dictionary in the
house!'
So, softly creeping into the adjoining
sitting room. she hastily opened big die
tionaly on the deacon's writing desk, and
began her seal cll for tho mysterious word.
"G-i-b-here 'hs!" aud She read aloud
to herself; with On air of triumph, the fol.
owing definition.
Those parts of fowl which are remov-
ed before cooking-heart, gizzard, liver,
etc."
That's it!-heart, gizzard. liver and so
forth" she repeated joyfully, as she retraced
her steps to the kitchen, and began with
alarcity, to fill, according to directions, the
minister's pie; keeping up meanwhile a
running fire of comment for her own spec
al benefit.
six gizzards! Well that is rather steep,
as Dan Weston would say. But guess the
deacon's wife knows; if she don't tain't
none Of my business. Six hearts! Them's
small, and tuck in the corners handy. Six
Hvers! Seem ter me they don't fill up
much, " and she glanced with a perplexed
formed her only resource.
Nov; I WONDER" with sudden inspira-
ton, what that and so forth means?
Here's hearts, gizzards and ivers, plenty of
'em; but no and SO FORTH and the pie amt
more than two-thirds full yet. It must
mean, and she cast bewildered look at
the half filed pie, the chickens legs. 1
never new nobody ter put them in pie,
but that must be what it means, and they'll
just fill up.
No sooner thought than done. In went three
pairs Of stout yellow legs upon which the
unfortunate owners had strutted so proudly
the day before; on went we'll rolled dough
covering them from sight, and into the
oven went the minister's pie, Just as the
~; ress of the house re-entered erkitchen
and with an approving glance at the snowy
pastry, remarked, encouragingly:
THAT pie looks real neat, Sally.
shouldn't wonder it, il time, you came to
be a COOK
It was Thanksgiving morning. and Miss
Patience Pringle stood at the minister's
back door. TO be sure it was rather early for
callers, but Miss Pringle, was; as she often
boasted, "one of the kind that neTer stood
on ceremony" Indeed. she didn't consid-
or it necessary even to knock before she
opened tho door, although she was thought
full enough in opening it to do SO softly,
The minister's wife was just taking from
the oven o newly warmed chicken pie,
so startled was she by the sharp, shrill
voice that spoke SO close to her.
"Good morning, Mrs. Graham Haint
been to breakfast yet' see. We had ours
half an hour ago. I know nv mother
in the mornin," they might chase it all day.
nnd not ketch up with it then"
''That's good-l -lookin' pie-pretty rich
pastry though, for chicken pie. I don't
never put much s. shortnin' in anything of
that kind. It's rich enough inside to make
up. But you're young, an have got q
good many things to learn yet. I run in to
see it you could spare me cup OF yeast;
mine sotlred, and the last batch of bread
made I had to throw it to the hogs"
"Cettainly, and a roguish smile futter-
ed over the fair face of the minister's wife,
at this specimen of her meddlesome neigh
boris economy. But she had learned a rare
lesson of judiciots silence, and taking the
cup that Miss Patience produced from be-
meath her shawl, she babe her visitor be
seated while she left the room to get the
desired article.
As her steps died sway, Miss Patience
noiselessly arose from her seat, and ap-
preaching the dresser upon which the pie
stood, peered curiously into the apertures
in the crust, her sharp face expressing ca
ger curiosity.
"1Tl bet ninepenoe she didn't know
enough ter put crackers in. wish't could
get one look, just to satisfy my own mind,"
she added. And determined TO accomplish
her object at all hazards she ran knife
deftly around small portion of the edge
and inserting four inquisitive fingers, lifted
the brown crust, and took a glimpse of the
contents.
A look of unmitigated disgust passed
over her face. Dropping into q convenient
chair she actually goaned aloud.
'Well, never! an We payin' that man
five hundred dollars year, besides do
nation at Christmas. Ough!'
Unsuspicious Mrs. Graham, rs she re-
turned with the yeast, was somewhat puz-
zled by the sudden freshness of her quest,
who hurried out Of the house rs If some
dreadful contagion had haunted It; but
when tho minister, in carving the pie that
the deacon's wife had sent, made two Gu
rious discoveries almost simultaneously,
the reason for Patience's altered demeanor
was made plain, and the young pair had a
hearty laugh that made the old parsonage
ring like peal of Thanksgiving bells.
The Tuesday following was tho regular
day for the weekly sewing circle, and sell
dom had that interesting gathering proved
so lovely and animated as on this occa-
sion.
Miss Patience was in the field bright and
curly auu IL WuS e'Aueut a. B4allcc W tNOSe
! who knew her best that she was well mig Oh
bursting with some important secret that
she was only waiting fitting opportunity
to divulge. Thatopportunity was not long
in coming, for Mrs. Dea. Farrell, who was
| constitutional croaker, took occasion to
| soy, in reference to the ha-d times:
1.-The deacon had been trvin' ter collect
the church tax, and he says he never found
mOnev so tight in oil the wears he's lived
here. It's as hard to git five dollars now
as It used to be to get ten"
And no wonder. spoke up Miss Pa
tience, with the stony severity Of q sphinx.
"You can't expect folks to feel like payin'
out their money when they see it fairly
thrown away an wasted"
| Everybody looked curious, and some of
the younger girls began to bride defiantly.
| The minister's sweet Young wife WAS eYi-