The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1892-07-16

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in practice with that awful Hulda
she experimental long and patiently
she blistered her pretty face ant
burned her little hands over tha
kitchen range-yes, slow constan
martyrdom that conscientious wife
willingly endured for years in he
enthusiastic determination to do he
duty by Lutte. Doughnuts, CHECKER
pies, boiled dinners, layer cakes
soda biscuit, hapiacks, fshballs
baked beans, squash pies, corneo
beef hash, dried apple sauce, curran
wine, succotash, brown bread-hov
valorously En- toiled over them
only to be rewarded with some crue
reminder OF how mother used to dc
these things! 1t was TERRIBLE
tedious martydom.
| Lute-mind you-Lute was no
wiltully cruel. No; he was simply
and irredeemably a needless idiot O
man, just as every married man is,
for a spell, at least. But it broke
Ems heart, all the same.
Lute's mother came to visit them
when their first child was born, and
she lifted great deal of trouble of
the patient wife. Old Mis- Baker
always liked 'em; had told the min
lister three years ago that she knew
EN- would make Lutte a gooa Chris.
ian wife. They named the boy
Moses, alter the old Judge who was
dead, and old Mis- Baker said he
should have his grsndpa'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's cooking. For
all men are, as have said, idiotically
cruel about that sort of thing. Yes,
old Mrs. Baker braced En- up won
derfully; brought lot of dried cat
nip out west with her for the baby,
and showed her how to tell the real
Yankee Goldfish from the counterfeit
oh, she just 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 boys waxed fat
and grew up boisterous, blatant
appreciators of their mothers cook
ing. The way those boys did eat
mothers doughnuts and mother S
pies-wow! Other boys-the neigh
bors' boys-came around regularly
in troops, battalion, armies, aud like
a consuming fire licked up the whole.
some 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 living, breath
ing, vociferous testimonials to the
inapproachable, excellence of Ems
cooking.
Lutte got into politics and they
elected him to the legislature. After
the campaign, needing rest, he took
it into his head to run down east tc
see his mother; he had not been back
home in eight years. He took little
Moses with him. They were gone
about three weeks. Grandma Baker
had made great preparations tor
them; had cooked up enough pies
to last all winter, and four plump
beheaded, we'll plucked, yellow
legged pullets hung stiff and solemn
like in the chill pantry off the
kitchen, awaiting the last succulent
scene Of all.
Lutte and he little boy got there
late of an evening. The dear ole
lady was so glad to see them; the
love that beamed from her kindly
eyes we'll nigh melted the glass ii
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 tha
hardwood fire.
Why, Lutte, you amt eatin enough
to keep fly alive, demonstrated ole
Mis- Baker when her son defined {
second doughnut; and what ails tht
child! she continued h'an't he go
no appetite. Why, when you wa:
his age, Lutte, seemed as if l oouldn'
cook doughnuts fast enough fo
you!
Lutte explained that both he ane
his little boy had eaten pretty
heartily on the train that day. Blu
all the time of their visit there poo
old Gran ma wondered and worriet
because they didn't eat enough
seemed to her as if western folk
hadn't the right kind OF appetite
Even the plump pullets, served onl,
in style that had made Mis- Bake
famed throughout those discrimina
ting parts-even those pullets faile'
to awaken the expected and prope
} enthusiasm in the visitors.
Home again in Chicago, Lutte DIRE,
. his chair up to the table with an elc
quent sigh Of relief. As for littl
7 Moses, he clamored his delight.