The daily morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1883-1899, 1895-09-15

othy, taking up the thread where his
mother had dropped It, those dear o.d
pumpkin pies. can almost taste them
now"
well, We viii have some tomorrow. my
son." was the reply.
Tomorrow came and brought with 1t a
bountlful supply of work. so / went into
"hired help" ruled there. so l felt free
to do this.
''We., spose | must make some pump
kin pies for Timothy" she said, as she
came up from the cellar, with. pan OF
milk; and that makes me think. Doro-
tiny. What on earth did you mean by
making such ugly eyes, and all then
curis motions last nightY'
Then / told her my ruse about the pies,
and when / repeated what Timothy said,
she burst out laughing.
"The ungrateful scamp!" said she;
"he's gettin' too particular; you must
take his high notions down n Bit. I'll
warrant your pies are be.ter'n mine, II
you've spent 50 much time practicing.
Folks tast, changes as they grow old
er, and that's waits the matter with
Timothy The hungry schooiboy of fif-
| teen-years ago an't the same as the
busy man of today--not on the vittles
question. Now, l want you to make the
pies today, Dorothy, and l won't let on,
and he'll think | made en-, and let's see
what he viii say
Dear old Mother Clover! 1 ran UP and
put my arms around her neck and hugg-
cd her until she grew red in the face and
her spectaces fell off, / was so pleased
with this idea Of her old brain. 1 made
the pies after my own recipe had work.
ed out in my kitchen-worked out with
hopes and fears-with expectation ana
trembling: but with final victory. / haG
measured everything. from the salt to
the sugar. and l knew how. They came
out of the oven rich and yellow, with
tinge of brown over their shining tops,
and delicious odor that made Mother
Glover sniff her nose and say, as she
saw them in a row on the pantry Shelf:
"We, wei, Dorothy! Them beats mine
81 couldn't cat much dinner, / was in
Tuch hurry for pies. Now, mother"
said Timothy, at last, "a;l ready for
some of that famous pie YOU promised
me-"
The old lady gave a sly wink and went
into the kitchen, and brought in a large
piece handing it to Timothy, and one
also for his father. That's it," said
Timothy, as soon as he tasted 1t, "the
very same, I'd know that anywhere. Now
Dolly, If you'll learn just how to make
such pies as this, and make me some
when we get home, I'll buy you a nice
silk dress. Dolly's a splendid cook, moth
er, but you know It's quite a knack to
make pies like yours. l suppose it takes
a good deal of experience"
Seems to me these are better'n usual,
mother, Said Father Cover. Yes, your
mother does make uncommon good pies,
Timothy"
my son. said Mother Glover, don't
you think you are a little grain notionaI
about pumpkin pies? Now, believe Dor
othy can make just as good a pie as
this
eve have had pretty good ones from
the bakery" replied Timothy, but the
last we had were horrid. They're not to
be depended upon"
The OLD mother looked at me and fitted
her eyebrows. My face felt as hot "s
though it had kept company with the
pies in the oven. she then looked straight |
at Timothy. Timothy, my son, that
statement don't seem to agree with your
other remarks about your mothers cook |
ing"
81 was speaking Of those we had at
home" he answered from Browns bak-
cry"
81 thought maybe you meant the batch
made when l was there las5 week"
you made?'
YES | made some for you.
why, you didn't say anything about
1t, Dolly" said Timothy, looking re-
proachfu.ly at me, Were those the
ones?'
Yes" I faltered, Il thought I'd sur
prise you, but after you expressed your
opinion about them ami spoke Of visit
ing here, | concluded tc wait awhile
before telling YOU"
"Wel, they weren't much like these.
These are splendid.
my SON." Said his mother again. "Tve
else to tell you; didn't make
these p!es!'
"You didn't? We'll who dii?'
"Your wife, Dorothy"
"DoHy? Dolly make these7"
The ,ook on his face was ludicrous to
see. But had my hand on his arm, and
my face c.ose to his, and 1 whispered,
Forgive NE, dear. | on,y wanted to
know my pies were just as good as
mothers pies, III take that silk dress,
II you please
well, Dolly, you shall surely have it,
for though little sooner than | thought,
you have fairly earned IT., not only by
your pe-maklng, but by your wcmanly
tact in bringing your husband to his
senses"
How Father and Mother Cover did
augh, and we all joined in till Timothy
declared he Knew he had room for an
other piece of mothers pie"
Now If you are woman reading
his, and II you are married and if you
ire your own cook-a,so your husbands
and II Tom, Dick or Harry have ever
,,go |
" puddngs or doughnuts-or something
AS mother" used to make, don't pout
n fee, hurt at the lnslnuation, but take
he dear mother-ln-,aw into confidence;
maybe she'll heip you rs mine helped me,
md maybe-if you manage just right
'ou'll get a silk dress in the bargain
Dorothy Glover.