The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1900-04-29
HAD THE DOUGH.
But Bingley Didn't Have It In His
Pockets.
Cleveland Plain Dealer.)


The intelligent young woman who
looks after the kitchen work in Mr..
Bingley's establishment is quite dab
ster at bread making. She usually
sets the mixture late in the evening.
and in order to keep it warm and COM
Portable, brings it into the dining room
in its big pan and places it on a chair.
The other night it grew restless and
rose" and ran over. When the intel
ligent girl took it away in the gloom of
the early morning she didn't notice the
accident She merely picked up the
pan, pushed the chair seat back under
the table and went her way.
When Mr.. Bingley came down to
breakfast it was still gloomy, and
without a glance he pulled out his
chair, gathered up his coattails and
pumped himself down in the wasted
dough. Bingley is not a man who pays
much attention to details, and the
dough made no impression on him-at
least, not on his mind. He arose pres
entity with enough of the mixture at
tached to him to make several good
sized biscuits. and started down Town.
On the car he sat next to Filkins
say" said Filzins, presently, do you
notice a queer Odor in the car this
morning? Smells like warm rolls"
Bingley shifted gingerly a couple of
times and said he believed he did no
tice something of the kind. Guess it's
some new composition in the running
gear burning out" he said.
When he got over to the Office he felt
q little chilly, with queer shivers run
ming up his spine, and he sat on the
slab over the steam heater to warm up.
The heat was genial, and he remained
there some time scanning the morning
paper. When he got up and sat in his
Office chair he happened TO look back at
the heater and then he frowned.
George he called, and the office
boy came forward. George, haven't I
told you several times not to eat your
lunches in the office"
Yes. sir
Then why do you disobey me? Look
at all those crumbs on the floor around
the heater"
George looked and his eyes bulged
out
L didn't make 'em, sir" he protest
ed. Me and Mickey Donovan allus
eats out in the lamp ROOM
We'll, don't let it happen again."
said Mr.. Bingley, sternly. Take the
buster and brush them up"
Mr.. BingIey's partner came in a lit
tie later, and almost the first thing he
said was:
i've got to complain to the janitor
again about these charwOmen. They
are getting more and more careless
every day. It's bad enough to leave
dust all over the room without eating
their suppers here, too
What's the matter?" inquired Bing-
ley.
Look at all those crumbs and bits
of crust under your chair" said the
partner Ill
That's funny" said Bingley. 1t was
really funnier than he knew.
When he went out to luncheon he
wasn't at all hungry, so he ordered a
bowl of soup. After he went out the
waiter turned ntn a. confrere and re-
marked: Something queer about that
man. All he had was soup, an just
look at the crumbs he left on the floor"
When Bingley got home that after
noon his wife, as was her custom, came
to the door TO let him in. He paused
on the porch, turned round quickly and
uttered a vehement "shoo"
What is it, Henry?" cried his wife.
Nothing but darn lot of impudent
sparrowsi' he said, testify. about
thousand of 'em followed me up the
street, fluttering and. chirping at my
heels"
His wife looked at him anXiously.
Would you like a wet towel put
round your head, dear?" she quavering
~ incurred.
wet towelr' he snarled. Then OBJ
serving her anxious look, he changed
his tone There, there he said, you
mustn't notice my tantrums. I'm a lit
tie crusty today"
But that evening the hidden secret
was revealed when he pulled off his
coat.
WHY, Henry" cried his wife, have
you been sitting down in a plaster
led o.
while he was twisting his neck
lots trying to get look Ever his
.. er at the scene of the accident
f.. li severed it was dough.
the dough had been in my pock-
g said Bingley. little later, sxith
hose chuckle, you'd have discovered
it long ago.
And now the girl at Bingley's in
variably sets her breai in a plain and
unaSsuming kitchen chair.