The Arkansaw traveler., 1886-03-06

slash me so coarsely. He had a suspi- cion that might be destined for mince- meat and that made him vindictive."
 He had probably been eating bakers pie," observed the pie. "That often makes trouble and brings great deal of discredit upon very worthy style of pastry"
 Unworthy. should say" persisted the roast, doggedlY. He had been eat- ing mince pic made by his own wife. l tell you all mince pies are alike, There isn't bit of difference between 'em-net a particle
 "You do us an isjustice," explained the pie with admirable control of Its ten- per, a serious injustice. Thre Is really nothing h the world to compare with a well-cooked, homemade mincs pie Why poets have iRm sstalized mipcs pie. Did you never hear ef' The Ode to Grand msthea's he3' It is sung wherever the English language Is spoken"
 That's nothing" interrupted the roast imperdnently. "The roast beef of old England has been sung tAe world over |"
 Il an saying nothing against the emi- nence of roast besf," explained the pie Nothing was farther from my intention Why, there is a good deal of beet h me l am only defending my own erder against your charges"
 "You never hear of mince pie being served at fashionable dianers, do you?7
 "No, net now-that is, not as a rule But that is not the faslt of mince pie Tsere are very few people who know ho~ to make good mince pie. If tho ar, were more commonly known at the pres ent time yoa would hear of eur being served everywhere. The art of pie mak- ing has In a measure fallen iHto decay The grandmothers of tho present gener atioa of women knew hew to make us
 That may be 90, responded the roast, somewhat molli6ed, for It takes tive to make a quarrel in the pantry, as well as in the parlOr. "Bat you were not made by grandmother."
 "No, you arc right, but was made by woman who iAho ited the art and has it to high degree of perfection"
 "l dent believe that," replied the roast, that can't be so."
 "Oh, bat It Is"
 "No, sir; you can't make me believe that" broke in tho illogical roast rudsly. l am firm believsr h tho cid style of cooking, although have no faith In pics, snn l believe pie baked by oAe of the cooks of the past generation might be passably good, but one baked by one of these modern cooks can't be anything but euecrabie."
 "Wsre you cooked by one of the an. cient cooks P asked the pie.
 was" answered tho roast proudly, though to tell the truth it really didn't knew the very first thing about the rudi- ments even of cooking. was roasted by his mother and seat over here. She cooked mo herself, and stood over me until was done to a turn"
 |" That may be so, and 1 don't doubt that 1t Is so since you say it." remarked the pic with courtesy, "but csnt soe as that makes you any better. Ono person can cook roast ed beef as well as an- other, but 1t requires geoius ts mix a MiAce pie. Ihere arc so many things t0 lock alter, and the success or failure of tho pie depends on a hundred and one hn'e things"
 How much longer this argument would have coatinued do no. know. Both dis putaats wore idle and had nothing else to do but to talk. But they were inter- rapted by the advent of the dlniAg -roona maid, whs took beth dishes out of the pantry and prepared them for the coming diAAsr, which was served very short time afterwards.
 At the clsse of the meal the man of the house, between sips of his black cef- fse, ebssrvsd to his wife:
 "Mothor didn't come over to-day?"
 No, she said she didnh feel well, but she seat something over for you to eat thAt she knsw you liked"
 know" he replied "f knew it at once. It was that delightful miHce pie. l recognized tho favor at once. used to have sScc. ries when was boy, my dear. wish you would lsArn the Att. You never made me mincs pie."
 How did you like the roast2" in- quired the wife.
 !" It was not first rate am sorry to say. Nov don't thiRk am finding fault, my dear, for you really arc an excellent cool, and when you have had more experience yeu will be as good as ny nethsr, but | have oftea complained about ks>< bcine tse well dOae on tho e.rsdde and not wsn enough tSSae Oh the inside. Did you cook the roast yearselfi"
 "No," replied tho wife, fai1s smile of triumph aPpeArips in the Corners of her pretty moath, "your mother did. baked tho pie"
 The Shly thing regret in relation to this nutAful incident is that thexe wasn't enough of the pie left to observe the look of mingled pain aAd Mosufication which appeared on the face of the roast and dis torted it so badly that all the servants who partook of 1t at the second table had dyspepsia for a week. It is to be all the more regretted too because 1t never oc- cured again. In the future the man of the house, with wisdom born of experi. euce, was always very particular to in- quire who did the cooking before he dis- tributed bic opinions thereon. The Colored Doctor.
 Doctor-l'n 'haid, Mrs. Brown, dis yah chile is sA;~teA wath Aesn hYa cana ( Croun