The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1898-12-29

Why, what's the matter, Mil..:!.''.
asked the stout woman.
I'D have liked to see it, said her
daughter.
'Well, of all things!" exclaimed the
stout woman.
The transfer slip was pretty we'll
filed up With due deliberation the
rolling pin had been selected, not, how
ever, without some pleasantries as to
the use of this article as an instrument
of conjugal correction. The same joke
was again made by Henry when the
f1atirons were purchased and the stout
woman went into such ecstasies of
mirth on this occasion that her daugh-
ter had to lead her over to the sterilized
water fountain by the elevator and
minister to her apoplectic symptoms
with the cooling fluid. The wash boiler
was bought, and so were the bread
board, the two saucepans and the fry
ing pan. Henry showed some DISPOSE
ton once or twice to exceed the sched-
ule by inquiring the price ofdouble
rice boilers, cake boxes, spice cabinets
and the like superhuities. but the stout
woman held him firmly in check, and
with the exception of feather buster,
which Mile fancied, there were no ex-
travagancies until it came to the coffee
pot.
''Oh, not tin coffee pot, mother"
cried Millie, as her mother picked one
up and examined the price mark on the
bottom.
''Why not tin one?" asked her moth
er, with some feeling. eve always got
along with tin coffee pot, and I never
knew you findin' fault with the coffee.
A good tin coffee pot is as good as any
other kind. You an Henry can't afford
to get silver one"
I'VE might have granite one"
eyes. you might, an you might pay
a dollar an quarter for one. This is
25 cents an it's better one than your
father an me had when we was mar
ried. You've got too high notions, MI
lie."
The girl bit her lip and her eyes
! filled with tears. Her mother was hold
ing the coffee pot up and waving it
gently to attract the attention of the
saleswoman when Henry interposed.
Lets go over an look at them granite
ones.'' he said.
The girl looked quickly up al him anG
pressed his arm gratefully.
"Oh, pshaw!" said the stout woman.
But Henry and Mile were moving off
in the direction of the graniteware
counter and she reluctantly followed
them, the good-humored expression
flown from her face. Before they
reached the glistening gray array of
pots and pans Mile suddenly gave an
exclamation of delight and darted of
to another counter, where some bright
ly nickeled coffee pots were standing.
Here's what we want, Henry" she
said. II don't believe they are as dear
as the granite. Let's see what they
are!"
The sa1eswoman came forward to ex-
plain. They are patent percolators, -
she said, in calm, monotonous voice.
''You put the coffee in the receptacle
on the top and the water boiling from,
below ascends the pipe and constantly
passes through the coffee, extracting
all the flavor and strength without get
ting the coffee bitter or muddy"
'Isn't that splendid % said Mile, ap-
pealing with shining eyes to the youn g
man.
"You don't want that" said the stout
woman.
whats the price?'' asked Henry.
''Two dollars and a half.''
"You see!" exclaimed the stout wom-
an. triumphantly.
Henry glanced down at the young
woman, but she had turned her head
away. Still, there was something in
her attitude that was sufficiently elo-
quent.
III take it, said Henry.-Chicagu
Daily Record.