The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1897-10-21

II CLAIR TO goodness Use mos afraid
10 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 linus 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 e business, for people
were beginning tocome 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
aourishing business, but Aunt Lucy
could not he happy unless she was cook
ing. So she set up a bakery, which was
patronized by both rich and poor, for
hergoodswere ola delectable flavor, and
she was so neat that one might eat off
her floors.
Tony was of great use in the estab-
lishment. He was strong and willing,
and his mother had already discovered
in him genius for cooking, but his
carelessness was great drawback.
Tony lamented it, but didn't seem
able to help it.
"rll neber git cured oh bein' lleerless,
TIL my wool done come straight, TO
surc." he always said.
People began TO come in with their
bean pots, as l said. The great oven
was heating slowly. 1t took a long time
for it to get hot. Tony put the first in
stalment of bean pots into it.
Here, Patra, you done climb in dar
an poke de pots way back. l reckon
dere's gwine to be heaps ob pots to-
night" he said.
with her wool tied up into little knobs
with red ribbons, obeyed. She thought
1t was great fun to climb into the big
oven, which was not yet hot enough to
burn her. She arranged the pots care
iuly, and was in no hurry to come out.
Tony WAS preparing their own pots
OF beans, for they sold beans Sunday
mornings. Tinkle! tinkle! went the
bell of the shop door, and he hurried
out.
AS he went by the oven he shut the
uoor That oven would never get hot
WIN the door open. He had quite for
gotten Patra!
Patra screamed with all her small
night. 1t was dark, suffocating. hor-
rloie in the oven! Moreover. it was
growing very warm.
she kicked frantically at the door,
Uut II was impossible TO open it from
the inside.
meanwhile Tony, who had gone into
'ne shop and shut the door behind him,
was putting on very grand airs of pro-
rf'etorship to Billy McGrath, who had
.oine TO buy cents worth of yeast and
'"o cents worth of stale gingerbread.
WHAT'S that noise?" asked Billy,
suddenly. 1T sounds kind of queer
'au lar off, as If it was in the walls"
=, Nuiiin but rats" replied Tony.
Deans jest in time, sar," he continued,
.n customer who had just come in.
,a Da' oven is gittin' roarin' hot. More
peahs! See 'em come in now. Ye'd
=, aaow what it was to have yo' hands full
O. business if yo' was me, Billy Mo
pots. II. 0''''-N. ''.'''"N 49,
NOW Use gwine to shove dem in de
H %en, said Tony to himself, Billy Me-
eau, s,n having departed, manfully con-
in ing his envy, and there being lull
a.. A. me rush of custom. 81 wonder whar
~. oss iatra is? Patra, chile, what mis-
s',sl ~ is yo' In? Patra!"
"snswer. Silence in the great bak-