The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1898-11-04
A Recipe for Scenes.

Faith. What shall we have
''RnlIed bread and butter ard cake, a.
usual" suggested Hope.
Faith shook her head vigorously. FOL
goodness sake, let Us be a little original
Everybody has cake and rolled bread and
butter. Besides, Jane can't roll bread
and butter properly. Don't you remember
what untidy little bundles she brought ii
last time? 1 saw Mrs. SmyIae look al
them through her long-handled eye
glasses in her affected way. as though
she wondered whether they came out OF
the rag-bag.'
"Horrid wornan,' snorted Hope. shes
always trying 10 pick holes in something
with those eyeglasses OF hers. Anyhow
suppose We have
Scenes" said Charity. looking up from
the cookery book in which she had been
plunged for the last twenty minutes. I'll
make them"
your N a crescendo Of astonishment
Why, you've never done anything CT
| the"
That's no reason why ! shouldn't be-
gin" she stammered, with half-con-
scious look
Faith nudged Hope tits that curate. -
she whispered. 1--WE noticed him looking
at her when he ought to have been find
/
Wednesday week, when she came IN late,
he lost his place in the Psalms"
Half a pound of four said Charity,
two ounces of butter. four ounces OF cas-
tor sugar, quarter of a pound OF sulta-
mas. two teaspoonfuls of Borwick's baking
| powder, one egg and. That's easy
enough, surely" shutting up the volume
with a bang. Lend me an apron, some
body. It's cheap, as well as simple. and
very suitable for people of small means.
such as"
'Curates. for instance" put in Hope.
Charity turned pink. pinker, pinkest
I'm sure don't know what you mean, -
she answered. haughtily. What have
curates to DO with soonest"
They might eat them" suggested
Faith, being. after all, only mortal"
Charity went out and slammed the
door.
The first thing to be DONE" she said,
as she rolled up her sleeves professional
ly and showed a pair of arms which she
paused to regard compIaceatly, THE first
thing to be done Is to grease the tin"
She did so. using the best butter and
applying it literally with the bread knife.
Then she placed the tin on the fender
and turned TO weigh the flour and other
ingredients.
A moment later queer, rough grating
sound made her whirl round in time to
see the family cat industriouSly employed
in licking out the tin, with a thorough
ness and attention to detail which took
in all the corners and made his whiskers
glisten.
You wretch" cried Charity. i've a
good mind to"
However, she didn't. because in turning
round she knocked over the -four. which
she had carefully weighed out, and most
of il went over her dress.
Altogether, it was a bad beginning.
There was something queer, too, about
the egg when It came to be broken II
was modest, shrinking kind of egg, thai
seemed loath to leave its shell, and Char
fly had her doubts about it. But she
smothered them-after all, what could you
expect of London egg?-and had stirred
it vigorously into the mixture before she
remembered the sultanas.
Where We're they? Not where they ought
to be, with the flour and the sugar and
the other things but on the kitchen table
and not even picked Charity sighed a
long-suffering sigh. Somehow. / can't
seem to think these scenes will be a sue
cess, and il they're not shall never hold
UP my head again"
There" she added, about ten minutes
later, as she shut the oven door; there
they are a last. and do hope they won't
be very bad. I'm sure I've taken great
pains and followed the decipe most care
fully, and yet I've a horrid sort of feel
ing that there's something left out-some-
thing most important, too"
In the middle of the night she woke up
with a start, sat upright. wrung her
hands, and exclaimed, Baking powder.'
in a tone of anguish.
1t was OF no use trying to deceive your
self about those scenes. They did not
look nice when they came to be handed
around at afternoon tea One or two
mustered sufficient courage to refuse the
delicacy; those who accepted a segment
generally took one bite. and then planced
guilty round for some hiding-place in
which to deposit the remainder.
Charity subsequently discovered frag-
ments of scone tucked under the sofa
cushions and lurking in the folds of the
curtains. Indeed. for some time she was
quite nervous about looking anywhere for
fear Of coming across traces, especially
when something went wrong with the
piano, and the tuner being called in,
found the bitten remains of one damned
between the wires. though how ever it got
there goodness knowsi
But the bust extraordinary and incred-
ibIe fact of all remains to be mentioned.
Faith" said Hope, in a tone of mys-
terry and amazement, after the last Wis
itors had shaken of the crumbs from
their laps and departed, what do you
think? The curate ate two Of those
those horrors; two, mind YOU. AMI SAID,
Did you really make these yourself, Miss
Charity, without any help How very
clever OF your After this there can't he
any doubt as TO his intentions-if he sur