The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1900-03-17
HIS MOTHERS COOKING.
Story of a Man Who Knew When to Tell
~ hite Lie.

Story Of Man Who Knew When to Tell
White Lie.
When Boggles reached home the
other evening he. was OUT OF sorts with
himself aud the world in general.
Eve ything had gone wrong las things
some, ines WILLY at the Office that day,
consequently Boggles was ina tauit.
finding mood, and, Ike stick OF
dynamite, ready to explode at the
slightest provocation.
His first opportunity occurred ct
the dinner-table, and of course he
promptly improved it. Picking up
warm biscuit from the plate before
him, he broke it open, shifted a couple
of times and began:
"Chock-full of saleratus, as usual,
aud heavy as chunk Of lead. It Is
one Of the greatest wonders OF tue
18th century that some women that's
right, blush if you want to, Hannah;
dou't bla ne you bit for it-that
some women, I repeat, can never
learn how to make biscuits ut Tor
human consumption. You ought to
see the biscuits my mother used TO
make; but pshaw! there's no use tell
Ing you out her style of cooking.
I've told You hundreds OF times be-
fore, aud it didn't do y good; not a
particle. You're set on making BIS
cults your own way, even il You have
to throw them away afterward or BRIDE
tramp to eat them.
"Well,a tramp can take his chances
on them if he wants to, but I'm not
going to ruin my digestion by eating
such soggy, saleratus-saturated bis
cuitsas these. Tn not anssostsIch
exactly, and l object to eating biscuits
that weigh pound apiece. Under
stand that, Mrs. Boggles?
81 think I do" said Mrs. Boggles,
meekly; '.but I forgot to"
"I'll bet you did; you're always for
getting something interrupted
Boggles, sneeringly. Forgot to put
any shortening or milk in those bis
cults, I expect. Wonder you didn't
forget the -four, too, and put in moth
ing but salt and baking SODA. Say,
Hannah, there's no use talking, you've
got to begin taking lessons in cooking
the very minute mother gets here;
and, by the way, she wrote she as
coming some time this week, didn't
she?'
eyes," answered Mrs. Boggles, with
mischievoas twinkle in her eye,
'san1 she arrived early this forenoon. "
'eThis forenoony" echoed Boggles,
blankly, a horrible suspicion beginning
to dawn upon his mind. tAnd-and
did she make these biscuits? 2"
81 believe she did, /" answered Mrs.
Boggles, with one of he. sweetest
smiles. ST forgot to tell you 50 when
ieou sat down to dinner, but I sec
you've found It out, spd Pm glad yous
like them. Do have (nother, wont
you, dear2'' -
4 believe I VIA; III =: I'd Bog sss.ll
hoaseiy; 'sand HANNAH be con-
toned, in a stage-whisper, yon
ever dare to breathe a word 9of what Z
said to mother, IIn never forgive
you in my life. And it is all right
about that new cloak and hat you
wanted. Eli see that you have the
money for them as soon as get home;
tomorrow night. Understand 2?
Mrs. Boqges intimated that she did,
ana moment later, when Bcggles
mother, who had tired herself with.
the housework, and had been upstairs
taking nap, came into the dining
room and asked, "How do you ike
my biscuits, Samuel? Did you know
I made them without being told?
Boggles winked at his wife, and then
unblushingly answered:
'sOf course I did; knew it the
minute laid my eyes on 'em; and =
was just telling Hannah I'd give
almost anything if she was trst-c'ass
cook like my mother. Wasn't J.
Hannah?"
And with brand-new cloak and
bonnet in prospect, only24 hou. s dts
tant, Mrs. Boggles wisely held her
peace. -Wonan's Home Companion.