Arizona weekly enterprise., 1882-12-02
Pie.
BY A SMALL BOY.

LOO old. and agrees with any person Whe is not sick.
 They are generally round one way and very flat the other, When they ars cut they assume triangular shape, un- til they are eaten, and then we don't know what shape they have. They are. about the only three cornered articles of food that we have except beechnuts.
 A three cornered piece of pie is about as convenient thing to eat as one ever closed teeth on. and licked one's lips af. forwards. That is sharp end foremost The only trouble is you don't know. when to bite it off; for the mouth natur- ally widens as the wedge goes in. The composition of pie is dough and some. thing else-what that something else is or should be has never been definitely settled.
 You can make them out of most any. thing that grows in the garden, except thistles and burdocks. A boy told ma that his aunty made thistle pie, but the boy said a lie one day before and cannot trust him since.
 ''Punkin'' pies had greatrun. Prob ably at one time they were the moss popular pie afoat IL is sad-and we
 
 ment-that Robinson Crusoe made the first punkin pies. Don't know what he made them of, but will write and ask him. It is taken for granted that Fri day made them out of cocoanuts and eel grass, as that was quite favorite dish with his forefathers; but they have given it up since they took to eating the mis- sionaries.
 l have seen punkin pies made out of apples that I liked very much. I re- member one saw once; it was not very large pie, but it was got up in great style. It was made on 8 white plate with a blue edge. The under crust was made of dough and was very thin; the inwards were just lovely. They were made of what they call mincemeat and little sugar sprinkled over it. The top or upper crust was made out of dough rope yarn, laid across like the slats of a bed. Oh, it looked lovely. Around the edge was hoop of dough laid partly over the edge of the plate, and about an inch on the fragmentary meat. It was ornamented on the outer part of the hoop with an impression made by pressing all over with a set of false teeth before 1t was baked. It was great appetizer. you better believe! They sacrificed 1t at 8 tea shine, and 1t sold readily at four cents a triangle, cash on delivery.
 There are great many people who like pies, but seldom eat them, unless 'tis because they can get them. don t think the common apple pie is very hard ] to make; for 1 made one once out of h .4 | it was very nice. I tasted the most of it myself. l knew one boy who was very fond of pies, in fact rather than do with l out them he would hook them from his mother-in-law, if he had one, but he hadn't. Anyway he was awful fond of them; he was very apt to take bite out of one if it was in his way. One day there was pie made on purpose for him and put in his way, and he put if out of his own way and everybody else's. l never liked cayenne pepper since; it's too warm.
 Tarts are pies children, and I m fond of children, that is tart children. can eat tarts with my eyes shut, and never wink half an eye full. It is said that mince pies made out of rhubarb will give you the night mare, but if anybody will prove the minces, 1 will willingly risk the mares.
 Once 1 read of pie that had two dozen darl; colorcd birds in it, and after it was baked and opened the birds were not dead hardly little bit, for they be, gan to sing melodiously. It was sci before the King. History does not say whether he ate the pie or not, after the birds flew away into the next yard; but 1 suppose he did, if he was hungry. would have eaten it.
 Avenged.
 'Stop that horSe-car.n
 It was balmv afternoon in August, all the world seemed wrapped in mar tie of lovelincss. The wind was sigbing through lawn and garden in a drowsy fashion. and the flowers that lined the graveled walks of Boastcliff Castle seemed 10 be beckoning with loving hands to the Lady Esmerelda as she sat in graceful poise on q vetvct-coyered fautenitand gazed ill a languid, dreamy. o-washing-to-be-done for three days manner upon the pageant of nature that was passing before her eyes.
 But when the voice of one she knew, one she had loved with a deathless ten- derness in the halcyon days gone by. came floating to her on the scented breath of the morning, thrill passed through her, and the eyes, erstwhile so listiess, gleamed with the baleful fires of revenge. Looking eagerly across the croquet-grouud she saw Pizarro McGin- ness, the man who had scorned her love, coming across lots on run, while far in advance, and now almost opposit Coastcliff Castle, was horse-car. The girl smiled grimlv to herself.
 Stop that car" shouted PiZarro again.
 The smile had faded from the pretty face now, but no look of pity took it's place. ''Divil a stop will he get from me-" she murmured. and went into the house.
 In few moments there was rap at the door. Esmerelda answered it, and found Pizarro there.
 ''Yos, have blighted my life, false we- man." he said, Il had a job way oua on Blue Island avenue, and now I shall lose it because you would not stop the car"
 ''Do you mean this?" asked the girl, kicking the dog off the front steps asshe spoke.
 "Yes." replied the man, syou have utterly blasted all my prospects"
 "Then," said Esmerelda, look of holy calm and peaceful joy stealing over her face, ''the Mulcaheys are avenged" :" Chicago Tribune.