Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1897-07-10
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90 the Bakery.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
BY SOPHIE SWEET.

CLAIR to goodness Use mos afraid
to leab dat Tony to min de
bakery fo he's de keerlessest chile!
Sat day night, too, an all de beans to
bake, an my ole man can't never git
home till twelb o'clock. But de jedge
done send an say can't had no dinner
party widout Aunt Lucy to serve up de
dinner, So mus go. Tony, now mem
Der which end you's on, an don't let
muffin happen to de money drawer, nor
de beans, nor Patra, by yo keerless-
ness"
Tony stood on his woolly head with
delight when the door closed on his
mother. He felt very proud of being
left to min de bakery" But he was
very soon obliged to reverse his posi-
ton and attend to business, for people
were beginning to come with their bean
pots. Everybody in the neighborhood
sent their Sunday beans to be baked in
Aunt Lucy Crumples' great brick oven.
Aunt Lucy was famous cook. She
had been the cook at Judge Carlisle's, in
the next town, until she married Peter
Crumples, the barber. Peter did a
f1ourishing business, but Aunt Lucy
could not be happy unless she was cook
ing. So she set up q bakery, which was
patronized by both rich and poor, for
nergoods were of a delectable flavor, and
she was so neat that one might eat off
her floors.
Tony was of great use in the estab-
lisa:uent. He was strong and willing,
and his mother had already discovered
in him a genius for cooking, but his
carelessness was great drawback
Tony lamented it, but didn't seem
able to help it.
''Ill neber git cured OBJ bein' keerless,
till my wool done come straight, fo'
aure!" he always said.
People began to come in with their
bean pots, as l said. The great oven
was heating slowly. 1t took Il long time
for it to get hot. Tony put the first in
staIlment OF bean pots into it.
Here, Patra, you done climb in dar
an poke de pots way back. | reckon
dcre's gwine to be heaps OBJ pots to-
night" he said.
Patra, small morsel of humanity,
with her wool tied up into little knobs
with red ribbons, obeyed. She thought
it was great fun to climb into the big
oven, which was not yet hot enough to
burn her. She arranged the pots care
fully, and was in no hurry TO come out.
Tony was preparing their own pots
of beans, for they sold beans Sunday
mornings. Tinkle! tinklel went the
bell of the shop door, and he hurried
out.
AS he went by the oven he shut the
door. That oven would never get hot
with the door open. He had quite for.
gotten Patra!
Patra screamed with all her small
might. 1t was dark, suffocating, hor
rible in the oven! Moreover, it was
growing very warm.
She kicked frantically at the door
but it was impossible to open it from
the inside.
Meanwhile Tony, who had gone into
the shop and shut the door behind him
Was putting on very grand airs of pro
prietorship to Billy McGrath, who haC
come to buy cents worth of yeast anC
LhO GENUS WOTLH VI SIale gingerbread
whats that noise?" asked Billy
suddenly. ut sounds kind of queer
and far off, as If 1t was in the walls"
muffin but rats replied Tony
'Bcans jest in time, sar," he continued
to customer who had just come in
"Dat oven is gittin' roarin' hot Nor,
beansl See 'em come in now. Ye',
know what it was to have yo' hands full
of business if yo' was me, Billy Nc
Grath."
The counter was covered with bear
pots.
NOW Use gwine to shove dem in d
oven," said Tony to himself, Billy Nc
GFath having departed, manfully con
cealing his envy, and there being lul
in the rush of custom, 81 wonder wha
dat Patra is? Patra, chile, what mis-
shief is yo' in? Patra!"
No answer. Silence in the great bak