Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1890-03-20

soone:,' said she. "Oh, you dear.
blessed mother-in-law, why have you
never come to my rescue before?"
"We're all human, my dear" said the
old lady. "And there's no teacher like
experience"
She tied huge white apron around
her waist, rolled up her sleeves and fol-
lowed her daughter-in-law down into
the unknown regions of the kitchen,
while Miriam put on her hat and went
to take her music lesson,
Aunt Lou is all right now," thought
Miriam, gleefully.
Mr.. Pilot came home to dinner
promptly, as usual. Mrs. Pilot met him
in quaint brown merino gown, made
perfectly plain without an extra fold or
tuck, like an exaggerated Quakeress
Halo" said Dick stopping to look
at her. "Why under the canopy have
you made such guy of yourself?"
''It's the cut of gown your mother
used to wear" said Louisa. ''The style
that can easily make myself, since you
desire me to economize in the matter of
dress-makers"
"Where-on-earth-did you get that
thing" he roared.
st came from Quebec"
"Put it into the rag bag" said Dick,
with gesture of dismay. Have as
many milliners as you want, only dow t
have spectacle like Mati"
g. - 4
next months Old Folks concert "
laughed Louisa, and she took the dinner
off the dumb-waiter and set it on the
table.
"Pork and beansp' commented Mr..
Pilot. ''Do you expect me to eat such
greasy stuff as this? Not until l get a
new leather lining to my stomach
Beefsteak fried! never yet had such a
thing before me in this house. Dough
nuts? Dyspepsia bullets, should call
them! / say, Lou, has your cook gone
crazy?'
Don't get excited, Riehardr saiG
Mrs Pilot, pouring out tea that was
fairly black with long stepping "Thi'
is just the sort gf cooking your mother
used to give you-the sort you are al
ways holding up as pattern to mel"
''It's no such thing shouted Dick
somebody's been imposing on you
Who cooked this-this stuff"
Your mother, herselfN
Dick looked with some trepidation a
his wife.
"Lou," said he, "Pm afraid these bat
headaches of yours are affecting you
! brain. My mother nerer-"
"Yes, she did, Richard" said com
, posed old voice, and in walked Mrs
= Pilot, senior, smiling behind her gol
( spectacle glasses. Its your mother
| own cooking-the same that you use
= to enjoy so much twenty odd year
r ago. | haven't changed my method
5 nor my recipes, but it's yOu that hav
changed, my son! Instead of living i
> the open air, riding the horses bare
backed and shooting squirrels in tn
s woods, you sit at desk all day long
instead of sixteen, you are six-and
n thirty! / quite agree with you tina
. ohio ulhHCI 10 lilulSSoOlplc do pllOhbdl
0 and iron stove-handles. Now" givin
him hearty kiss, you will tax
Louisa and me out to some nice restau
Q rant, and tomorrow we'll treat you to
0 different sort of dinner at home"
1 Richard Pilot had nothing to say fo
o himself. He was judged and condemne
4 by his own tongue.
= Louisa's mother-in-law stayed all VIII
ter with her, and when she went ava
Q the young wife declared joyously ths
she had gained a new lease of life.
. ''Dick appreciates me at last" sal
Q she. "And it's all Mamma Pilots d,
ing!"
r do you remember, Aunt LOU" sal
l. roguish Miriam, show you said ono
y that the house was haunted by the gho'
l of Richards mother?"
It $50 it is now," admitted Louis
t "But 1t is such dear, benevolent Of
/ ghost that hope it never, nerer will
" laid!'-Amy Randolph, in N. Y. Ledge