New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1895-11-24

make her What thing was wutn IL was wutn.
She didn't hold with extravaganza, but when !,
come to sivin' she did It with both hands. An An
she didn't do it fer the glory o tne 'hlns; pu .
jes' because she loved to- I'm glad smell ge'
the credit now; even eff 60 on dom II by my
self the credits hers. fer the idee was hers.
ferret them pies fer the jail, an see that inc
pIums are good fat ones--an nina thal you stan
'em keerfulr She always hed tnht wne , a, a
man comes grit on SEED IN ms Ill ip,, ,d
makes him want To swear; an she Wouiu"
give ANYBODY a oophole fer cuss woro.
That's the history bout the piesIt h.,.
what's goin' to become o tne 'n M ;ou bmt I
guess the plesll last out to-mOrrer an an y
don't think there's ben any failin OF sehce "a, r,s
year I've tried my best. an though my neai H.
heavy, I'm proud to say my CRUST a'" = '
see fer yourself. A., ~ nit,
She paused on her return from the oven WI" III
n ME in each hand and held them toWaru ne.
guest for inspection Inc cenca ~ heantif,ll
shade of brown along the crimped euees. nc
air was redolent with the rich SPICY aioil,a
the dash of spirits arising from ,ne nhnr,,e a.
II was one that would have made an ahchoi''e
mouth water. c.o ,ro.cbod
Mrs. Spear had no word to say. She Watcheu
her hostess in silence as, ailer uePosith.ns me
burden on a table she went back to the oven
and took out two more pies, carrying them py
with conscious triumph. -. ,,
''Wellr' she cried, finding her tongue d. ia a.,
.qt do heat all An how long Ia this goin on
"Whie | live" Mehitatel answered. soieil,iiiY :
"an' then--I hain't made up my mind YET waer r'.
this house'll go; there aint no near kiii 1 uoil
know need to bother YET awh ' n,
an middlin' young. but It's best 10 De Prepai,e;u
I'm keepin my eyes open fer some one VINO KIN
make a good pie That's the condition.; you see
tho iail can't be cheated out o Its inheritance
rbot night Joshua Spear caused his wire
faith in the enduring quality Of a mans last love
,o he some what shaken. \ heart like healed
wound will throb oftentimes with the same oid
ache though there are many persons who disre-
card such an obvious truth. Mrs. Spear among
the number. -.
!. As she helped her husband TO generous piece
NJ nie the recollection OF the faky, golden pastry
she had seen a few hours earlier blotted OUT the
reality before her. The white. sodden appear
ance Of her undercrust stared her momentarhy
i'm the face like a remorse.ess ghost; she passed
.he plate quickly. glad that the man opposite her
vould not institute comparisons Ihere was a
short silence then she plunged into torrent OF
speech.
II was down II Mehitabe Strong's to-day" she
said with that air Of liberation which some people
assume when they are not in sympathy WIN their
neighbor's vagaries AN I've bout come to the
conclusion that her minds unsettled. She al
WAYS had n queer streak any way. You'll never
guess what she's ben an done. Joshuay. she
made sight o. pies fer Thanksglvin dinner he
mother have ben dom this thing fer years, an
Mchitabel allows that she'll go on to the end
faint noways right, adm an abettin wicked
ness an pomperin il with good mincemeat; the
seleckmen ought to interfere. | don know but
twould be better fer Nebuchadnezzar to eat the
hull o them thirty pies"
Joshua Spear pushed his chair oack rom 'he
tab bic with an angry exclamation: the triangle OF
pie was still on the plate in front OF him, one end
blunted by the first onslaught.
you amt finished his wife cried, In per
turbed fashion; you gently take three help
ins"-- -,
Dang them seeds. Why don't you stun the
raisns? There comes time when a mans got tC
go tiptoe with his teeth; I've tod you that Ter
years" ,,,.
He got up as he spoke and stretched himself
YEARLY. to,
Il wonder" he said after moment, with a
wistful fail to his voice, 'ef couldn't be put in
Jail jes over to-morrer I'd give most anything
TO taste one o. Kitty Strong's pies agin.