The suburban citizen., 1900-02-24
AS MoTHER,s COOKING.
Story Of a Man who Knew When 10 Tell
White Lie.

Story OF Man VINO hneW Wheu 70 AeAl
white Lie.
When Boggles reached home the
other evening he was out Of sorts with
himself aud the world in general
Everything had gone wrong las things
sometimes willy at the Office that day,
consequently Boggles was in fault.
finding mood, and, like stick OF
dynamite, ready TO explode at the
slightest provocation.
His first opportunity occurred at
the dinner-table, and of course he
promptly improved it. Picking up Il
warm biscuit from the plate before
him, he broke it open, shifted a couple
of times and began:
"Chock. full of saleratus, as usual,
and heavy as chunk OF lead. 1t is
one Of the greatest wonders of the
18th century that some women that's
right, blush il you want to, Hannah;
don't blame you n bit for it-that
some women, ! repeat, can never
learn how to make biscuits fit for
human consumption. You ought to
see the biscuits my mother used to
make; but pshaw! there no use tell
ing you about her style of cooking.
I've told you hundreds of times be-
fore, and it didn't do any good, not a
particle. You're set on making bis
cults your own way, even ii you have
to throw them away afterward or brlbe
a tramp TO eat them.
"Well, 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
cults as these. I'm not an ostrich
exactly, and object to eating biscuits
that weigh a pound apiece. Under
stand that, Mrs, Boggles?"
81 think do, said Mrs Boggles,
meekly; "but forgot to-"
"I'll bet you did; you're always for
getting something" interrupted
Bogglos, sneenngly Forgot to put
any shortening or milk in those bis
cults, expect Wonder you didn't
forget the flour, 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
aud. by the way, she wrote she was
coming some time this week, didn't
she?"
Eyes, answered Mrs. Boggles, with
q mischievous twinkle in her eye,
''and she arrived early this forenoon.
This forenoon?" echoed Boggles,
blankly,a a horrible suspicion beginning
to dawn upon his mind. "And--and
did she make these biscuits?"
II believe she did" answered Mrs.
Boggles, with one of hec sweetest
smiles. 81 forgot to tell you so when
you sat down to dinner, but SEE
you've found it out, and I'm glad you
like them. Do have another, won't
you, dear?"
II believe [ WILL" said Boggles,
hoarsely; "and, Hannah" he con
toned, in a stage. whisper, IF you
ever dare to breathe word Of what
said to mother, TN never forgive
You in my life. And it is all right
about that new cloak and hat you
wanted. I'll see that you have the
money Tor them as soon as 1 get home
tomorrow night Understands"
Mrs. Bogglcs intimated that she did
ana moment later, when Boggles
mother, who had tired herself with
the homework, and had been upstairs
taking a nap, came into the dining
room and asked, "How do, you like
my biscuits, Samuel? Did you know
l made them without being toldY
Boggles winked at his wife, and then
unblushiugly answered:
'Of course | did; knew it the
minute laid my eyes on 'em; and
was just telling Hannah I'd give
almost anything if she vas a frst-cIas'
cook like my mother. Wasn't l.
Hannah"
Aud with a brand-new cloak and
bonnet in prospect only "a hours dis
tant, Mrs Boggles wisely held hel
peace. Womau's Home Companion,