Daily Republican., 1882-02-03
HOME MADE BREAD.


CraxalI. "Aud mean 20 help her all
| can. I've 20, beautiful recipe for
chocolate eclaires, and On Friday even
ing ! am going there, to make up all
| can, so that the school-children VIII
buy them OF Saturday. know how to
make cinnamon appietarts, too, and
lemon. drops ond cocoanut balls
"Grace, do believe you have taken
leave OF Your senses" said Medora
May. "One would think it was dis
grace enough for Aunt Deborah our
own mothers sister-to open hor'id
little huckster's shop without our
mixing ourselves up in the att dr."
"Buu Aunt Debby must live, you
know, said Grace. who was perched.
kitten fashion, on the winiow.sill, feed
ing the canary with bits Of sparkling
white sugar. "And Cousin Nixon
couldn't keep her any longer--and her
ey es aren't strong enough for fine
needlea ork, and hor education has not
fitted her to be teacher, and her poor
old rheumatic bones keep her from go.
ing behind a counter or entering a fac
tory. suppose you wouldn't be will.
ing to have her come her. aud live with
you
"I"rri-d Me.iora "Do you suppose
| want to proclaim to the whole town
that have snch di.ipdated old reia-
ton as that"
81 would take her quick enough"
said Grace, "if didn't board with Mrs.
Hewitt, and share the little upstairs
back bedroom with the tive children.
nj Ia
man," she added, with a sancy uplift-
ing of her pretty auburn brows, "and
then Zee if | don't furnish up state
apartment for Aunt Debby''
"Don't talk nonsense" said Medora,
acidly "It'- very likely, isn't 1t, that
a factory girl like you is going to mar
ry rich man"
Grace Craxall laughed merrily. All
through life she and her cons n, MedOra
May, had agreed to d fer on most points.
Grace, seeing no other career before
her, had, on the death of her last sur
viving parent, cheeriully entered a fac
tory, while Medora, taking her stand
on the platform of false gentility, had
done fine sewing and silk embroidery
on the sly TO support herself, putting on
all the airs of young lady Of fashion
the while. And now Aunt Deborah
May, to the iutinite disgust of her ar
Systematically inclined niece, had actu.
ally opened little low viii dOwed shop
in shay street Just out of the main
thoroughfare, and, az Ms'iora despair
ingly expressed it. ''gone into trade!'
For Aunt Debby, in her bewildered
loneliness, had scarcely known what TO
do until Grace Craxall came to the res.
cue withs her hopeful courage and
strai ghtfOr ward common SO SO.
81 only wish it wasn't sinful to take
good big dose Of laudanum and put
myself out OF the way" sighed the poor
old lady.
"Now, Aunt Debty, that doesn't
sound "a bit like you, )" said Grace cheer
fully.
"But what am to do?" said Aunt
Deborah.
"Wha, can you do?" said Grace.
81 don't know as am gGou for any
thing" sail the old woman, with a
quiet tear or two, Except to help
around the house-and | amt strong
enough for regular hired help. Your
uncle alway, used to say was mas.
ter hand at making bread.
"rhen make il" brightly interrupted
Grace.
"Eh?" said Amt Debby.
"There's nice little store to let on
Bay street," went on Grace. "for ten
dollars q month.
"But l haven't got ten dollars a
month feebly interrupted Amt Debby.
"I'll lend it to yuu," said Grace, "out
Of the wages have saved. And there's
a pretty bedroom and sitting room at
the back of the shop, and a clean, dry
basement under it, where you could
bake your bread, l know, for the sister
of the lady where board is looking for
dress making rooms, and heard her
speaking about it,
"DO you mean to open bakery? said
bewildered Aunt Debby.
Not exactly that" explained Grace.
"But # Mrs. Hewitt, or Mrs. Taylor,
or a y other of the ladies' around here
could get ell, home made bread such
as you mike, do you suppose they
would put up with the sour stuff they
get at the bakers shops? And you
could easily get up reputation on
yOuE lulSiIl ChhcS, huu iAIuu SiuiiOAsj duu
New England pnmpkin-pies. Now
cOuld't vOu?"
The old a ly bright ned up a lite
81 used to be pretty good at COO.
ing, said she. And If You think 1
could support myself SD"
81 am sure of III" cried the cheerful
Grace. "And III 90 there with you
this very day to lock at the place, and,
will engage it for tlree months on trial
And can paint you sign to put over
the door, Homemade Br ad by Mrs.
Deborah May!" And I'll hem you
some curtains and arrange the shelves
in the low window! l almost wish l
was going to be your shop girl" she
added, merrily. "But can help you
in the evenings, you know"
Grace Craxall's prophecies proved
correct
Auu: Debby's delicious homemade