The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1896-12-05

Hittie would be sent 6ver with a nice
dinner as soon as the company had
finished. Still. it seemed kind of hard
to send the woman off in this way But
1t would never do TO leave her in thd
kitchen during the dinner hour, the
captain would certainly lose his wager
then.
We'll. Mrs. Ginett. you might just
as well get on your bonnet and shawl
now, Mrs Humphrey found courage
to say.
Queer doin's. this" Mrs. Gillett said
to herself as she wiped her hands on
the roller towel. Il guess I'll be hungry
enou-h by the time those victuaiS
reach me- III have TO eat something
after get hum to kind a put stay in
my stommick- There's nothing much
but dry bread"
AT this Mrs. Gillett eyed the pats of
butter as she had designs on them 1t
was not the first time she had looked
at them in this way They were most
tempting, being round and shapely, of
a golden color. and having an oak leaf
stamped on each one. But how could
she secrete one of them? 1t taxed her
powers OF cunning She couldn't get
it in her pocket. that was not 10 be
considered Her big bonnet. Why
hadn't she thought OF it before? To be
sure. il would fit right in the crown
Mrs. Humphrey was giving the tur-
kew one OF the final turns. Now was
her time. She snatched the largest
pat. deposited it in the crown of her
SCOOP" which she quickly tied upon
her head.
The CAPTAINS observation concerning
his wife'S powers of seeing was some
thing more than mere figure OF
speech. And. Of course. being doubly
watchful TODAY. Mrs. Gillett's act did
rot ESCAPE her.
AS Mrs Humphreys eyes were quick
in seeing, so her wits were equally
quick in acting
Mis- GiHett. Mis- Gilletti OH I
really believe I'm giving out. You'll
have 70 stav and finish basting the
turkeyr' And Mrs. Humphrey dropped
into a chair near by, apparently greatly
Frustrated. NO, no, don't stop for your
bonnet. It'll be too late"
''Really-Mis' Humphrey. II
can't
You must, Quick. quick It's. burn
ingl Oh NJ dinner will be ruined"
There was no escape for Mrs. Gill
lett.
My. how you do feel the heat" OBJ
served Mrs. Humphrey from her post
near by, as she watched the scene with
suppressed merriment.
1T does beat all answered Mrs. Gill
lett, wiping her face with her apron.
The sweat of her brow was decidedly
of an oily nature. 1t was pouring down
in great drops.
Just then Captain Humphrey came
into the kitchen to see how the dinner
was progressing.
We'll, wife, given out? / don't Won
der It's hot enough for a barbecue
here. Why in the world don't you take
off your bonet, Mrs. Gillett? Land
of liberty. you're as wet as rag
There was a cunning look in his
wifes eyes.
She's doing some detective work or
my name isn't Ezekiel Humphreys" he
soliloauiZed. Quick as a flash his eve
took IN the whole scene-the pat of
butter and the oily drops pouring
down from underneath Mrs Gillett's
bonnet. 1t was too much for the jolly
captain. He laughed until his fat sides
shook.
Dear me. Mis- Gillett what sight
of bears grease you must use on your
hair" he burst out. why. it's running
a stream
Mrs Gillett dropped the spoon into
the dripping pan and, snatching her
shawl, made rush for the door,
'Oh, no offense-nO offense, the cap
tain called after her. III see that you
have good generous piece of that tur-
key you've stayed and helped to baste."
But Mrs. Gillett did not heed him.
She was far down the road. bent upon
making her escape as speedily as pos
sible.
The brown of the turkey was quite a
decided one. But as the captain carved
the bird he explained the reason OF II.
The peals of laughter that followed the
story showed how heartily the apology
was accepted
And now, Katy Ann he concluded
as he put one of the drumsticks on her
plate, that means that you owe me
pair of silk stockings"
I suppose it does" she answered as
she helped herself to the cranberry
sauce.