The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1886-08-20
A LEAF FROM A BRIDES DIARY.
She Attempts the Construction OF
Lemon Pie.

She Attempts the Construction OF n
Lemon Pie.
MAY 29-George and I were married yes
terday quietly by justice of the the peace
We did not have dear papa's consent, nor
much of anything else l never saw jus
tee of the peace before. He was a tallish
man, with an iron-gray shirt and a sunset
nose. l did not like his appearance. but he
seemed to understand his business fairly
wei, and so ought not to murmur
pine 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 greensward when his wife
died in the early spring, and friends would
have to chain him to tree somewhere till
his grief had spent itself, and then in the
early fall he would lower the top of his Ole
concertina plug hat, and marry red-eyeo
widow with baritone voice and two sons
in tf penitentiary.
If anyone had noticed me two wears ago
while I was reading "Claude Earlscourts
Revenge" that so soon / would be married
in a dark, musty justice of the peace's office
in the presence of a drunk and~disorderly
by magistrate with a Titiae - and g.
breath that would eat hoe thrO3gh a tin
roof and that after the ceremony George
and would eat a cheese sandwich at the
station. I could not, OIL 1 could not have be-
LEVIED it.
To-day / am a wife with my joyous girl
hood, nv happy home and the justice of the
peace behind me- Life is now real, life Ia
earnest for we have no girl We will no6
keep a girl at first, George says, for If we
did she would Rave to board at home, as we
have only one room, and it is not very
good room either. We take our meals at T.
restaurant, and the bill OF fare is very good.
Yesterday evening l wearied OF the pie at
the restaurant, and George is passionatey
IF pie, too; so l told him 1 would bake
a pie for him with my own fair hands.
had never made pie before all by my own
self. but 1 wanted, oh, so much to make some
kind of dish that would delight my dear,
brand-new husband. So this morning, when
George hied him away to his business
went down stairs, and asked, as a slight
favor, that the lady who runs the house
would loan me her apron, her cooking stove,
q pie plate, two lemons, a cup of sugar, some
milk, etc, etc, as I desired to delight my
new-found husband with lemon pie on his
return.
All last night feared that in my sleep
might allude to the prospective pie ano
thus give myself away, as one of our best
writers puts it; but I do not think l did
So this morning. when George had gone,
built such a dear, little. cunning pie with
lemons and everything that they put into e
lemon pie Mrs Pease who owns the house.
told me where everything was, ana tnen
went to work made very pretty little
pie and 1uted the edges till it looked as at
tractive as an oId-fashioned pantalette-
My heart bounded high as thought what
dear George would say and how his eye
would light up when he came home and saw
1t on the dressing case.
Joyfully put the stufing into the pie ano
Enclosed it. Then put some real cute little
Stats across it diagonally SO that it would
please the eye as we'll as the pampered taste
of my own true love, for he is a man with
the most delicate taste. and when he in
dressed for 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 il occurred
to me that had not put any bakitg powder
in it, so took it out and removed the lat
tice work from the still features Of the pie
Then put in quite a lot Of soda or baking
powder that l secured from the upper
drawer in the pantry. l then seated myself
at the easement. and while the pie was bak-
ing, sang low refrain, meantime nimbly
constructing a few yards of rick rack o.
which am passionately fond
While thus engaged the oven door was
blown off the hinges and the air was filled
with a subtle odor of some kind which i
could not describe. We pulled the pie OH
the ceiling