The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1881-12-10
THE MINISTER'S PIE.

A Thanksxiving story.
look here, Sally!''
Mrs. Deacon Farrell brushed the flour
from her hands, casting meanwhile
complacent eye over the well-filled
kitchen-table, with its generous array
of unbaked pies and cakes, the plump
turkey stuffed and trussed ready for the
morrow's baking, andth big chicken
pie to which her skillful fingers had just
put the finishing touches, as she re-
peated rather more decidedly:
Look here. Sally! There's enough
chicken left, with the giblets that l
never put in my own pie. because the
deacon don't relish enter make a
Thanksgiving pie for the minister's
folks. 'Twonst need ter be very large.'
she added. in reply to Sally's doubtful
look. " Only the minister and his wife
-an' you can bake it in that smallest
yaller dish.
Nov, I'm goin' up stairs to look
over them rug-rags, an you make it
an bake it right of, soft can send it
over by the deacon. He's got ter go
out to the Corner this afternoon an can
take it along as well as not"
She hustled out of tho door, but the
next moment, seized perhaps with q
sudden psng of compunction, she iput
her head in again. to say warningly: of
:. Be sure you put in . good parcel il
gravy; that'll keep it from bein' dry.
'tis half giblets."
"Yes'm," answered Sally, brlskly;
and catching up the rolling-pin she
broughtit down with an emphasis upon
lump of dough on the mould-board.
As the stairway-door closed behind
her mistress, Sally dropped the rolling
pin, and alook of perplexity crept over
her dull face, making it ten times more
st0lid than usual, while she repeated, in
ludicrous bewilderment:
"Giblets! What, in all creation, il
anybody can tell me-. does she mean by
themp" )
Involuntarily she took step forward.
but checked herself as quickly, while a
cunning smile replaced the look of per.
plexity, and she muttered triumphantly
II guess / amt a-goin' ter confess
my ignorance ter the 0eac0n's wife, an
hear her say, as she always does, 'TW'
terms to the 'cademy, Sally, an MOI
know Aotr No, MAJ AMI not while
there's dictionary in the house!''
So, softly creeping into the adjoining
sitting-room. Sally hastily opened thu
big dictionary on the deacon's writing
desk and began her search for the mys
FERROUS word.
s'G-i-b-here 'tisr' and she read alou(
to herself, with an air of triumph, tn,
follow;n0 dafinition.
Those parts of q fowl that are re
moved before cooking-the heart, giz
zard. liver, ETC."
THAT'S it!--.heart, liver, gizzard
and SO FORTH" she repeated joyfully
and she retraced her steps to the kitch
en- and began, with great alacrity, Il
ill, according to directions. the minis
ter's pie; keeping up, meanwhile.
running fire Of comment for her owl
especial benefit.
sSir gixzards! Well, that is rathe
steep, a. Dan Watson would say. Blu
! guess the deacon's wife knows; if sh
don't, faint none o. my business. ST
hearts! 1heDs's small. and tuck int
the corners handy. Sir ivers! Seem
to me they don't fill MP much" and sh
glanced, with . perplexed air, at q pill
Of denuded chicken bones that forme
her only resource.
"Now, I wonder" with q sudden IL
spiration. sswhat that and so fortl
meantp Here's hearts, gizzards an
livers,' plenty of 'em, but no and 9
FORTH and the pie amt more'n two
thirds full yet. II must mean,n and sh
cast bewildered look at the half-fille