The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1883-04-07

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Mary BiRgs had come up into the
store to whisper one of her uncle's mes
sages to the stylish young woman behind
the counter. when servant-girl hurried
in and emptied about peck of little,
Hat, brown cakes on the glass top of the
showcase.
"Mr. Lilburne's compliments, miss, >
said she; land they're trashl''
"Whatl' said the sbopwoman.
"Mr. Lilburne's compliments and
they're trash!" repeated the maid. ''He
said they wasn't ginger-snaps at all
they was only lard aud molasses. He
wanted the kind his mother used to bake
of Saturday mornings. The very first
one he tasted he threw on the floor"
WELL" remarked the shopwoman,
tossing he- head, "if our ginger Snaps
don't suit the gentleman, then it's im-
possible TO suit him. That's ALI"
''Hes been sick. you know" said the
maid-servaut, spologetically. "And he
just getting better, and his arpetite'E
dreadful uncertain, and Mrs. Pugsley-
my missus = she thought she was SIRE to
tempt him with these ere. Ginger
snaps! said he. Just what I've been a.
longin' for. My mother used to bake
'em for me, when l was child. Yes,
Mrs. Pugsley.' said he, ''you may order
em for me- But" with mild sigh,
''mi,sus might ha known they wouldn't
suit. Nothin suits when a genleman's
just off sick bed"
Is it Mr.. Lilburne7" said Mary. 'Oh,
l remember him. He came here once,
and went to sleep while Edelgitha was
singing, 'Ob, Summer Nightr liked
him. He talked to me ABOUT the coun-
try, He knew all about calves and
chickens, and cranberry swamps and
robbins'-nesis. Does he like ginger
snaps? I'll make some for him. know
an old-fashioned receipt that is always
good. Come here tomorrow, my good
sirl," to the maid, "and I'll have some
ready for you. Poor Mr.. Lilburnel I'm
sorry he's sick!' +
The smart shop woman stared as
superciliously as Liszt or Chopin might
have done if village bugler had vol
tecred to them the first principles of
music.
A country-girl, like that, expect to
compete with ''Biggs's Celebrated Bak-
eryr Well. really, the shopwoman didn't
know what the world was coming to.
But little Polly hurried down stairs
again to where Mr.. Biggs, all powdered
with Hour. was laying down the law to
some of his satellites. .
"Ginger. my dear2" said he. "And
flour? What you like-what you like!
As / was telling you, johnson. barrel
of prime -four has to be humored. You
can't drive it. Flour is -four, and must
be handled &C ordingly."
Mr.. Leonidas Lilburne, stalking un-
easily about his sick-room, and anathe-
matiziug the sluggish current of tie
hours, was secretly making up his mind
to get married,
"Afier a man has once been sick in @
boarding. house" he said to bimself,
she's a fool if he don't look around fol
home Of his own. I am forty mex
month. It's high time was thinking Of
settling in life-Eh. who's there?"
''It's me, sir. pleased" said Mrs. Pugs
ley-"with some ginger-saaps."
''Pshaw!' said Mr.. Lilburne. ''Flint
'em out of the window! Give 'em to tn,
dogs! I don't want any more of your cit,
humbugs!"
"But please, sir, these are quite diff
ferentI" Mrs. Pugsley ooaxed-'mad,
by young woman from the country. a
works in Mr.. Biggs' bakery. And wa
to ask. would you be SO very good as onl'
to taste them?"
"Oh, yes. I'll taste themr' said Mr.
Lilburne, sarcastically. "It's no iron
BILE to poison myself, just to oblig
! peopler
And Mrs. Pngsley, entering with al
apprehepsIve air, put the plate of roun'
: golden cakelets on the table.
Il really think, SIR" said she. ''if yo'
J would only taste them"
Hum! haT' said Mr.. Lnburua
"These are quite different article
. These are the kind my old mother use'
to turn outl They're ambrosia- theyI
y food for the gods' Who made them.
r say?'
}. IL don't know, sir, I'm sure" sal
Mrs, PuRsley, rather discounted by thi
o direct address. Some young person !
i Mr.. Biggs' bakery"
i "order a carriagel" said Mr.. Lilburn
" -"and bring me my sable.trimme
d overeoat at once! I'll go and see thS
:, yonng woman. 1 don't believe there
# another person on the American contir
;. ent that can make ginRer.snsps lik
:, these, now that my poor old mother
4 huriedw
n Mary Biggs came laughing up fror
the hubterranean depths OF Biggs' bal
,e cry.
a "oh, yes, Mr.. Lilburne." said she. -
/" made the snaps! Don't you rememb'
~ me-Edelgitha's oousin2"
10 "B1t what are you doing down herei
,e demanded Mr.. Lilburne in some Rmaz'
10 ment.
Earning my own living Poll
"A promptly answered. "And they told m
to you didn't like the store snaps. so
. baked some after my grandmother's ol
;. recipe"
! Mr.. Lilb1rns looked at Polly with II
:. respect due to maker Of incompaab
gingeT-snaps. mingled with chivalroJ