The Advocate and news., 1898-11-09

Eat the day baked.
MRS. r. c. CARSON.
He brought up the sweet potatoes, taxi
ing care to get enough to last all re-
Guirements OF q pie-famished appetite
for several days. Dot and Wat were put
to work peeling, while he made the
dough. When everything was ready the
youngsters had done remarkably well.
There was good-sized painful.
"We'll have enough for day or two"
said Max, his cheerfulness returning with
visions of pie in plenty. II took the
largest stewpan to hold them while cook
ing, and when 1t came to MASKING them
he found it took another.
"Whew!" he visited gaily, well have
pie feast"
The pulp, to his surprise, continued
to grow under the process, completely
filling one pan.
more crust" he said cant waste
potatoes"
When he saw second pan filling with
each stroke Of the potatoe masher, it
struck him as being funny. He gleefully
brought forth another for the overflow"
The pulp was ready and he turned to the
recipe, Three times as much milk! No,
the COW only gave gallon. No COW
could be expected to give more, but for
time he seriously contemplated milk
ing her again. Something must be done.
Determination grew with the obstacles.
He couldn't back down now. He brought
out the dishpan and began with half the
potatoes. The pulp drank up the milk
and swelled proportionately
"Whew! This means pie barbecue"
The first batch of pies didn't make
much impression on the bulk OF sweet
potatoes. He rolled more dough. The
second batch went in, the only change
apparent in the pulp being 1t was drier.
In lieu of milk he used water.
The yellow pulp promptly responded
by swelling to its original proportions.
He mixed more dough, baked another
batch, poured in more water, with the
same result He was just where he be-
gun as far as the supply was concerned.
The demand had ceased, but in this case
the law was reversed and the supply
forced him to continue. Whenever he re-
turned to the bubbling yellow mass,
which he called the raw product, he sat
down and laughed, to think the more he
baked the more he had.
When his father came home at noon he
beheld with astonishment the front
porch decorated with cooling pies. In
the kitchen Max was steamlng over the
range, with pies, baked and unbaked, dis
tributed over the tbles and chairs.
"A pie factory" he exclaimed.
Max said nothing
Must be doing rushing business.
You don't expect my friend to eat all
these, do you? You think he's pie tiend
like yourself? Guess I'll take him down
town for lunch"
The test of the cooking first came at
supper time.
"They are very filling" observed Max's
father as he laid down his fork and ex-
amined the thickness OF the remaining
half Dot and Wat only ate couple Of
bites each.
why don't you eat more, DOt?' Max
asked.
Use had enough"
"Im full" exclaimed Wat.
It was the same at breakfast. At dim
ner Max said you want to commence
on pie sooner" He had been thinking
that his mother would be home in few
days. They ate very previously, all the
time keeping watch on their big brother
out Of the corners OF their eyes.
"You must begin on pie" was his final
command, and the two little martyrs had
to obey. Still the pies went slowly, and
in desperation Max decided to feed them
to the chickens before his mother re-