Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1892-05-19


Baker said lie should have his gran'pa's
watch when he got to be twenty one. Old
Mis- Baker always stood by En-; maybe she
remembered how the old Judge had talked
once on a 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 catnip out west
with her for the baby, taught En- how &c
make salt rising bread. told her all about
stewing things, and broillng things, and
voasting things. and showed her how to tel
the real Yankee Goldfish from the counter
fcit-oh she lust did En- lots of good, did
old Mis- Baker!
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- and Lute-those three bows
waXcd fat and grew up boisterous, blatant
apprecators of their mothers cooking.
The way those boys did eat mothers dough
nuts and mothers pies-wow! Other boys
the neighbors' boyscame around regu-
lary in troops, battalions armies. and like
a consuming fire licked up the wholesome
vands which Ems skill and libcrality
provided for her own boys enthusiastic
playmates. And all those boys-there
must have been millions of 'em-were liv-
ing, breathing, vocifcrous testimonials to
the inapproachable excellence of Ems
cooking.
Lutte got into politics and they elected
him to the legislature. After the cam
paign, needing rest, he took it into his
head to run down cnst to see his mother;
he had not been bacl, home in eight years.
He took little Moses with him. They
we're gone about three weeks. Gran'na
Baker had made great preparations for
them had cooked mp enough pies to last
all winter, and four plump, beheaded,
well piucs.ed. yellow legged pullets hung
stn and solcmnlikc in the chill pantry
of 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
LAD to see them; the love that beamcd
from her kindly eyes well nigh melted the
riaSs in her silver bowed specs. The
table was spread in the dining room: the
sheet iron stove sighed till it seemed like
10 crack with the heat of that hardwood
fire.
"Why, Lutte. You amt eatin enough to
;e"p Il fly alive demonstrated old Mis-
a.
iouglnut; "and "Lat ails the child?" she
Continued; "h'an't he got no appetite.
Why, when you WAS his age, Lutte. seemed
~ if couldn't cook doughnuts fast enough
ior you"
Lutte explained that both he and his lit
lie hoy had eaten pretty heartily on the
train that Gay. But all the time of their
visit there poor old Gran'ina Baker won
1,r,J o,,g ,v,,.,.i.,l l.c.,,,-, .1;,i.,.
nHoUGh seemed to her as if western folks
hadn't the right Kind of appetite. Even
the plump pUlict.. served only in a st Vie
chat had made Mis- Baker famed through
ont those discriminating parts-cven those
pnllet~ failed to awaken the expected and
proper cii nusiasm in the visitors.
Home again in Chicago, Lutte drew his
hair up to the table with an eloquent sigh
# "rliof. \. for little Moses, he camored
his delight.
Chicken pic,' lie cried glecfully, and
then lie added a soulful ''wow" as his
eager eyes fell upon platcful of hot, ex-
Hhcrant, voluptuous doughnuts.
Yes, we are both glad to get back"
aid Lite.
iY, that grandma's cooking has spoiled
YOU"
Little Moses (bless him)! howled an in
dignant, a youthful reinonstrance. Grand
ma can't cook worth II cent" said he.
En- expected Lutte to be dreadlully shock
cd, but he wasn't.
II wouldn't let her know it for all the
world" remarked Lutte, confidentially.
but mother has lost her grip on cooking
At any rate her cooking isn't what it used
ia he. if bu. ritoDco1 -