Middletown transcript., 1896-07-25

sugar, salted the compound, gave it ,
stir, and set down in a chair. while b.
and Millard went to the. window
to see an old man, who had losI
his hat, run after it. When th
two housekeepers returned to bushes
they were just in season to see Pedro
Mr.. Millard's pet pointer, cleaning oul
with the most scrupulous nicely the
dish where the embryo pudding had
been left.
"We won't say anything about it to
Anne, . said Mr.. MilIard. .s!Shs might
think we were careless. Now, Jim
you construct the biscuit, and I'll go
for the pie. l wonder il this chicken
is he nl Humpbl it smells rather old
or something, but of course it all ready
to cook. Now for the crust-four and
water and baking powder. They make
all kinds of pastry, don't they2"
eyes, yes-that is. l think so,o said
Jim, doubtfully. '.That is, all the
newspaper advertisements say that that
blking powder will do anything, and
of course j, will make pie crust"
Millard had taken off his cuffs, and
poured couple Of quarts of water into
a pan, which he stirred thoughtfully,
and added several spoonful of baking
powder.
"This amount of water will make
crust enough, won't it Jim?"
II should say so," returned jim,
manipula ting his ''light' biscuit, the
dough of which was sadly inclined to
run up his arms, under ills coat-sleeyes,
and two big dabs which were sticking,
all unnoticed, to the legs of his p ,nta-
looms. Millard stirred ia the -four rap
idly, putting in good deal OF muscle,
and making the -four fly right and left.
His hair and whiskers and eyebrows
were peppered, and when he had STIR
red in all the flour in the house, the
mass was still little thin. s'By Jovep
said Millard eyeing the result before
him, "there is half bushel of it;
never saw so much chicken-pie
crust before. But this is large chicken
"a full grown one, adult, in fact, and
a strong one, too, or my nose deceives
me; but guess this crus will hold him.
Hold it open n the middle, Jim, while
Ienvelope the biped In the crust.'
The chicken, with his legs and head
still adjoin ing his body, was put into
the middle of the dough, and the GOV
ering patted down.
Millard stepped buck and eyed the
construction of his hands critically.
"Jim," said he, 81 think yes, / am
certain, that Anne never cooks them
with their legs on. So They cut off The
legs, thrust tae mass into the oven of
the stove, put some potatoes to boil,
opened the draught of the stove,
locked the door, and went down ,wn.
At 8, serenely smiling, our two
ascended the front steps
of the Millard mansion. An odor in
finitely worse than the atmosphere
of any soap-bniling establishment. met
them as the door opened. They looked
at each other.
''What in The dickeLs is that ?''
they cried In Chorus. and both made
for the kit chen.
No wonder there h Vi b3s:i small.
The chicken pie had burned to the bot
lom of the oven aud lay there, with
the SIN oke pouring frcm, blackened
mass Of cinders; and Jim's light bis
,uit had burned entirely up, and left
nothing but the pan which had melted
lown into mass of solid tin. and ran
,ut on the floor, which i. had set on
ire, and which was m,ullering asty,
hreatning every m ,msnt to burst Into
lame. The only wonder was that the
house had not been burned down be- I
ore they returned. The tea kettle had
,oiled dry and cracked in tw,, and
in the room was covered !,
With deposit of the blacklist SCOT.
rhe two confederatss exchanged
,lances. But they did not speak. II !,
vas no time for words.
Millard seized the duster and began
o whisk the soot from the furnit ure,
While Jim, with courage which did
i'm credit, proceeded to get the CHI ick-
n pie out OF the oven, by the help of
he tongs. ~
81 declare, Millard, !" said he, as he
lurried along, with the grease dripping
rom his burden and smearing the
.itchen floor from one end TO the
ther, "I believe that the reason the
hing smelled SO strong was that We
|idn't take out the insides of the crit :
err In
"Jerusaleml,' said Millard, sis that c
op Well, if that's the case IFS lucky !,
or us that it burned up.n lu
The two men set work to wipe up Y
he floor. and while they were thus en- ! !.
aged, the door-bell rang. Is
You go, said Millard, you aih't 7
0 smutty as am.''
o, you go," said Ramey. : am b
o hot, | am afraid I will take cold. - Q
While they parleyed, the unmistakable a
iggle of young girls broke on their
ars, and CONSERVATION seized them. !,
ITS Anne's sister Katel'' cried :
"And Mary Brown, toop' !
ried Ramey. ~ wouldn'. have her !
ee me for all I'm wort b. Great Peterl 3 3
Fhat shall Ido2n :,
Kate has got q key. She viii come
! in spite of usl said Millard. .Anne :
ave il tn her m that ella naod uOt ~