San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-11-27

| "! yes, CTI6u SndTl6y, 'OTdU O6E-
ries! l do love them. But we can't have
anything very nice here. Nothing
grows but cactus and eayotes and
its always hot"
The young lady rises at this juno
ture and departs, an idea has glid ed
| into the brain under the sunny
curls. She goes to her sIster-in-laws
room, to find that lady Frustrated
with nervous headache. "Annie, )"
says she, "whst are you going to do
tor dinner tomorrow, it is Thanks
giving?
Mrs. Cyniugton responds by a
groan only. Bertha reflects.
"In q land where the cook is d
soldier and turkeys are not, where
pumpkins are just as obtainable as
the moon!
She stopped short in the midst of
the sentence. There was still like
ray of light in the darkness, the
commissary.
Eyes they had cranberries. They
did not know much about cooking
them, but the young man In charge
supposed that you boiled them in
sugar. That was the way things
were cooked mostly. Bertha car
ried the package over herself. She
was bent on quite new experience,
and felt like heroine. The soldier
cook resented any intrusion in his
domain, and the sweet chances Of the
young lady had no softeniDg effect.
He was Typical Irishmsn and
fought the battles of America over
q cook stove, with more courage than
patience.
Two hours afterward Mrs. GINNING
ton rose on her elbow, ard suggestive
ly shifted the air. Then she rang
the Dell by her side. Bertha an
swered it, looking very rosey, and
displaying new pucker in her
usually smooth forehead.
II smell something burning. Isl
the house on fire or has Mike taken
a new departure?
He usually prefers things raww
II believe they are burning some |
brush outside. Bertha answers |
pacdly and Charley's mother signs |
as she turns over observing YEARLY.
II could almost have sworn, that I |
caught the odor of scOrched sugar"
Bertha put on her best dress for the |
dinner. 1t was called |
"faillen where it come from viz France |
and it had species of gold passemen-
there trimming for which the gailic |
nation had invented the soub- ;
requet "claire de lune." She had |
never look ed more temptingly pretty |
than when she met her big brother |
at the door of the quarters.
Annie cannot come to the table, her |
horrible headache still keeps up and |
I shall have to do the honors."
"rhere is not much to do honors for"
Captain Comington replies "shall |
L tell Helmer to put on fulldress uni
torm?"
Mr.. Helmer had done so without
the asking and looked very frigid |
AMI handsome as he took his |
place. Perhaps the knowledge that
he was the unhappy owner of a quite
useless diamond ring, helped to pre-.
serve his icy diquity.
Soup passed off without accident,
but Miss Bertba's eyes were filled
with anxiety as the next cause came |
on. Mike carried the captains own
painted punch bowl. His countenance |
was expressive of uDmitigsted con- |
tempt; but he placed it before Bertha
with al air of sombre triumph. He |
tried to express that he did it "more |
in sorrow than in anger" and that
he was ready to abide the issue.
What on earth have you put in a !
punch BOWL said the Captain in his |
good natured bass. Bertha took up |
the berry spoon. another auacrOnism, |
she had considered apprC pirate to |
the occasion. Strawberries, she said !
with an air of i'll concealed pride"
aud cooked them myself"
Charleys eyes danced, he did not |
fully comprehend the bodipg disaster
of last.the part of the amusement.
When every one was helped |
the Captain asked "are they not
burnt Bertha, what's the matter
with them!N
The heart under the "claire de lune,
sank. But the tongue replied brave
lY, Il prepared them according. to
directions. They were TO be boiled
in sugar"
The Captain roared. He had a
laugh, that his father used TO say
would sound down the ages. Well
they are boiled with vangence,
and as to sugar, why they're positive
preserves.
This settled the matter. Mr..
Helmer politely ate two mouthiuls,
and than left the sOlferinO ountain
on the right side of his plate severely
alone. Even Charley made small
progress, in spite of the fact that they
were SO aggressive!y sweet.
Bertha tried to hide her mortitica-
ton, but after the repast her brother
thought he faDcied shadow on the
lovely face.
why my dear child you didn't
mind our lsughing at your atrocious