The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1883-08-16
a wiz. Holiday.


and fshing mp ber ihimble. mo one''
bread 10 slsays light It's . thing that
depends 90 lock. dust catch Charley by
the peiticoats. won't your and keep him
from going hsAd-fnt out Of the window
after that flower pot he has just thrown
ortl you see. William, the yeast was
poor. and that range is worthless; aud
say. IL you don't run As fast as you can.
that nsssy. dirty little boy viii have our
Peter black and blue DO you see how
they are fighiingf Run. Mr.. Ginks.
Mr. Ginks ran. Having rescued Peter,
he collected from the sidewalk the rest oi
his family John. James aud Gertrude
Jane--he slsppcd them al round and sent
them howiing dolefully 70 their various
couches. dsnped Charlie into bis crib. A.
ter pssiiug from him hiv piut calico susso
and plaid stockings. and returned 10 bis
wife, flushed and triumphant, to find her
still encumbered with the youngest infant.
and In tears.
Mr.. Ginks was, rs we have seen. the
father Of large family; his salary was
adapted TO the wants OF very small one.
He lived in apartments in which the tuck
ing away all Of those sleepers for the night
Amounted TO q miracle.
Mrs. Ginks, a very small woman. with .
perpetual backache. varied by sick head
ache, had not only been blessed with m
olive branch every year since her marriage,
but had been cook, laundress housemaid,
and sesmstress for oil hands lduring all
this time. The wonder was that she ever
stopped crying. that she did not weep her
self away like an Undine. from sheer fa-
tigue and helplessness; but for some mys.
terions reason she was generally cheerful
enough. partly because Mr.. Ginks, very
little man, with knock knees and tow-col-
ored hair and red pug nose. never went
out in the morning or came home at night
without kissing her, and often confided to
her his belief that in her Sunday dress she
was Us pretty as ever. Therefore the spec :.
tacle OF her grief confouDded Mr.. Ginks
and he Ella eulated
"Wh,t ON earth is the matter? What
has happened, I,'y love?
"Oh, don't find ,'sult with me-" said Mrs
Ginks. Don't, william, or ! shall die
II amt, said Mr. Gil ks. You ain't
the bread, are your
NO." said Mrs, Ginks. "But It's
dreadful. Things are all goil g wrong.
You didn't like the stew Saturday, nor the
Goldfish Friday shall give up-l shai''
Oh, dearr'
MIR. Ginks put his arm around his wiz ..
Don't CO. there now don't &c" said he.
Il wish hadn't spoke. Let's buy the
bread"
"Baker's bread! No, William, said Mrs
Ginks solemnly. mo, not II die at the
oven. There now, only feel tuckered
out You didn't mean to hurt my feelings,
/ know"
'No, indeed, my love, said Mr.. Ginks.
"But do you know, il you had heard me
out, I've thought Of new way OF making
bread-a scientific way. I've an idea OF a
certain powder that would be much better
than yeast or any OF these things they put
into self raising -four I'm going to make
you loaf, and believe that, after that,
you'll never have any trouble. So tomor-
row, as l have holiday, you can go of
and take the children to Coney Island on
4 picnic, and when you return I'll have
supper, and bread such as you've never
eaten before. You'll do it, won't you,
honey?"
Mrs. Ginks looked at him doubtfully.
"Ten and ten is twenty; and twenty,
forty. and forty-oh dear, il will cost o
dreadful sum" she said.
mo matter. said Ginks. "You need
holiday. Co."
'And you are sure the stuff won't poi |
son usr' said Mrs. Ginks. "What is it?"
"It's secret" said Mr.. Ginks. "But
It's very simple. You'll be delighted with [
e." 4,
Mrs. Ginks shook her head.
1--WE never used saleratus, or soda,
aid she. II believe in yeast. But no j
natter--you're q genius. my dear, (she be. Q
ieved it, tool and perhaps 1t will turn out '
Inc. hope So"
Mr.. Ginks smiled and rubbed his hands.
'he family awoke next day to find the
geather fine, and at an early hour Mrs.
links. with the baby and Q basket o,
in her arms. marstaled her I
roop OF infantry down the street, and Mr.. 9
links, full Of the enthusiasm Of new dis.
overy, turned to the oven. \
In reality he had discovered nothing A
ompound that had been used to raise \
our for years had occurred to him, that I
Tas all. Still he believed it was new. and 4
ejoiced. He heated his range, tested IL b
vith the thermometer in the most scientific 4
manner. got out the wooden bowl and r
rooden spoon with long handle. put the 3
,apcr with the compound in il on the ia.
lie. drew jug Of water and looked for 4
he flour. 1,
Where was the fours Mrs. Ginks kept c
in paper bag. He looked high and Il
ooked low for 1t. He opened drawers b
nd climbed shelves. He asked nobody,
Where the deuce 1t was2' and echo an.
wered, "Wheref" Finally he determined
o go and buy some, and rnshed into his
10 put on his coat when in = cor. y
Ter be spied paper bag. He peeped into O
t-four. Of course beautiful white -four. n
hough how il come TO be placed where it /,
vas. he could not guess Perhaps the a
;hildren had done IT, IA