Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1892-05-13

Baker said he should have his gran'pa
watch when he got to he twenty-One. Old
Mis- Baker always stood by En-; maybe she
remembered how the Old judge had talked
one" on time about his mothers cooking
For all married men are, as | have said,
idiOtically cruel about that sort of thing
Yes, old Mis- Baker braced En- up wonder
/ full; brought lot Of dried catHip out west
with her for the baby, taught En- how to
make salt rising bread, told her all about
stewing things and broiling things, and
roasting things, and showed her how TO tell
the real Yankee goldfish from the counter
feit-oh, she just did En- lots of good. did
old Mis- Bakerl
The rewards of virtue may be slow in
coming, but they are sure to come. Ems
three boys-the three bouncing boys that
came to En- aud Lute-those three boys
waxed fat and grew up boisterous, blatant
appreciators of their mothers cooking.
The way those boys did eat mothers dough-
nuts and mothers pies-wowl Other boys
the neghbOrs' boys-came around regu-
larly in troops, battaiions, armies, and like
a consuming fire licked up the wholesome
viands which Ems skill and liberality
provided for her own boys enthusiastic
playmates. And all those boys-there
must have been millions of 'em-were liv-
ing. breathing, yocilerOus testimonials to
the inappruachable excellence of Ems
cooking
Lutte got into politics and they elected
him to the legislature. After the cam
paign, needing rest. he took il into his
head to run down east to see his mother;
he had not been back home in eight years
He took little Moses with him. They
were gone about three weeks. Gran'ma
Baker had made great preparations for
them; had cooked up enough pies TO last
all winter, and four plump, beheaded,
well plucked, yellow legged pullets hung
stiff and solemnliSe in the chill pantry
off the kitchen, awaiting the last succu-
lent scene of all.
Lutte and the little boy got there late of
an evening. The dear old lady was so
glad to see them; the love that beamed
from her kindly eyes well nigh melted the
glass in her silver bowed specs. The
table was spread in the dining room; the
sheet iron stove sighed till it seemed like
TO crack with the heat Of that hardwood
fire.
why, Lutte, Sou amt eatin enough TO
keep a fly alive" demonstrated old Mis-
Baker when her son declined a second
doughnut; 'and what ails the childy' she
continued; "h'ant he got no appetite.
Why, when you was his age, Lutte, seemed
as if couldn't cook doughnuts fast enough
for youp
Lutte explained thar both he and his lit !
tie boy had eaten pretty heartily on the !
train that day. But all the time of their /
visit there poor old Gran'ma Baker won
dered and worried because they didn't eat |
enough-seemed to her as if western folks !
Huft hn ,ff L ,f
the plump pullets, served only in a style |
that had made Mis- Baker famed through |
out those discriminating parts-even those |
pullets failed to awaken the expected and !
proper enthusiasm in the visitors.
Home again in Chicago, Lutte drew his /
chair up to the table with an eloquent sigh |
Of relief. As for little Moses, he clamored /
his delight
Chicken pie" he cried gleefully, and |
then he added a soulful ''wOwP' as his /
eager eyes fell upon plateful Of hot, ex- |
voiuptuous doughnuts.
YES, we are both glad to get back" ]
said Lutte.
But ] am afraid" suggested En- timid- |
ly, that grandma's cooking has spoiled |
you"
Little Moses (bloss him)l howled an in
dignant, a youthful remonstrance Grand, |
ma can't cook worth u CENT? said he.
En- expected Lutte To he dreadfully shock.
ed, bat he wasn't.
81 wouldn't let her know it for all the
world" remarked Lutte, confdentially,
but mother has lost her grip on cooking. |
At any rate her cooking isn't what it used
TO be; it has changed"
Then En- came bravely to the rescue.
mo, Lutte" says she, and she meant It;
your mothers cooking hasn't changed, !
but you have. The man has grown away
from the boy, aud the tastes, the ways and
the delights of boyhood have no longer any
fascination for the man"
Maybe you're right" said Lutte "At
any rate, Pm free to say that your cooking
beats the world"
Good for Lutel Virtue triumphs and my
true story ends. But first an explanation
to concinnate my narrative
| should never have known this true
story If Lutte himself hadn't told it to me
at the last dinner Of the Sons of New Eng
iand-toid it to me right before En-, that
dear, patient little martyred wife of his.
And | knew by the lovelight in Ems eyes
that she was glad that she had endured
that martyrdom for Lutes sake.-Chicaeo
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