Idaho County free press. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho Territory) 1886-current, 1886-09-03
THE ECONOMICAL BRIDE.
How She Surprised Her Dear George
With q Trim Built Lemon Pie.

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quietly, by justice of the peace. We
did not have dear papa's consent, nor
much of any thing else. never saw
justice of the peace before. He was a
tallish man, with an iron-gray shirt and
a sun set nose. / did no like his APP |
pearance, but he seemed to understand
his business fairly well, and so ought |
not to murmur or repine. Still he was
not a man that would want to cling
to. He looked to me like a man who
would snort around the cemetery and
tear up the green sward when his wife
died in the early spring, and friends
would have to chain him to a tree
somewhere till his grief had spent
itself, and then in the early fall he
would lower the top of his old concertina
plug hat and marry red-eyed widow
with baritone voice and two sons in
the penitentiary.
If any one had noticed me two years
ago, while was reading Claude Earls-
courts Revenge" that so soon would
be married in dark, musty justice of
the peace's office, in the presence of
drunk and disorderly, by magistrate
would eat hole through tin roof, and
that after the ceremony George and 1
would eat cheese sandwich at the sta
ton and seal our union with large
hunk of dappled sausage, l could not,
oh! could not have believed it.
To-day l am wife with my joyous
girlhood, my happy home and the justice
of the peace behind me. Life is now
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girl. We will not keep girl at first,
George says, for if we did she would
have to board at home, as we have only
one room, and it is not very good
room either.
We take our meals at restaurant,
and the bill of fare is very good. If we
could get as good meal as we could,
neat, attractive and geographically cor
rect bills of fare, would be, oh, so
glad. But we can not.
Yesterday evening wearied of the
pie at the restaurant, and George is
passionately fond of pie, too; so told
him would bake pie for him with my
own fair hands. l had never made
pie before all by my own self, but L
wanted, oh, SO much, to make some
kind of dish that would delight my
dear, brand-new husband. So this
morning. when George HE'D him away
to his business at the barber shop,
went down stairs and asked, as slight
favor, that the lady who runs the house
would loan me her apron, her cooking
stove, pie plate, two lemons, a cup Of
sugar, SOME milk, ETC., etc., as l desired
to delight my newfound husband with
lemon pie on his return.
All last night l feared that in my
sleep light allude to the prospective
pie, and thus give myself away. as one
of our best writers puts it; but l
do not think I did So this morning,
when George had gone, l built such a
dear, little, cunning pie with lemons
and every thing they put into lemon
pc. Mrs. Pease, who owns the house,
told me where every thing was, and
then L went to work. l made very
pretty little pie, and futed the edges
till it looked as attractive rs an old
fashioned pantalette.
My heart bounded high as l thought
what dear George would say and how
his eye would light up when he came
home and saw it on the dressing-case.
Joyfully put the stuffing into the pie
and enclos d it. Then l put some rea
cute little Stats across it diagonally Sc
|, that it would please the eye as well a.
: the pampered taste of my own true
love. for he is a man with the most deli
cate taste, and when he is dressed fol
the day he always looks as though he
was about to have his picture taken.
got the pie all ready and put it in
the oven. But after / had done so i
= occurred to me that had not put any
baking powder in it, so Itook it out anC
q removed the lattice work from the still
! features of the pie. Then put in quit
: lot of soda or baking powder that
. secured from the upper drawer in thu
n pantry. then seated myself at thu
It easement, and while the pie was baking
It sang low refrain, meantime con
It structiDg few yards of rick rack O
!, which l am passionately fond.
d While thus engaged the oven doc
= was blown off the hinges and the al
d was filed with subtle odor of som
e kind which l could not describe. w
" pulled the pie off the ceiling and the car
Ie penter has been atwork on the workwor
1t of the house for an hour OF so trying t
is make it look natural again. Mrs. Peas
says she don't know what put into tn
to pie, whether the baking powder was
9. little remnant of percussion that he
Q. husband left when he died, or discard
IN ed seidlitz powder, but that neve
a can be too thankful that it blew up be
er fore George inserted it into his true in
st wardness.
as Tomorrow I may try again, and
"a want to cook few of these ecru-colol
70 ed doughnuts with apertures in the Ger
ID ter if | can. want to do every thin
in to help George to acquire wealth.-Bi
n, Nye, in Boston Globe.
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