Richmond daily palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1876-1904, 1900-03-13
AN AFFAIR OF DOUGH-
BEING A vERAciOus TALE OF MOD
ERN ENcHANTMENT.
Wherein There Figure Conspieao1s-
II . Talented Servant Girl. an In
nocent Householder. . Little c.
loric and . Thoasnnd sparrowa

loFic and . thousand Svarrow.
The intelligent young woman who
looks after the Kitchen work In Mr.
Bingley's establishment is quite 4 dab
ster at breadmaking- She usually -se,s"
the mixture late in the evening and in
order TO keep ii warm and comfortable
brings 1t into the dining room in its big
pan and places ii on 4 chair. The other
night IL grew restless and rose" and ran
over. When the intelligent girl took il
away In the gloom of the early morning.
she didn't notice the accident. She mere
ly 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. with
out a glance, he pulled out his chair.
gathered up his eoaftsils and pumped
himself down In the wasted dough-. Bing-
ley is not a man who pays much atten-
ton to details. and the dough made no
impression on him-at least not on his
mind. He arose presently with enough
OF the mixture attached to him to make
several good sized biscuits and started
down town.
On the car he SAT- next to Fnkins.
Say" said Filkins presently. do you
notice a queer odor in the car this morn
ing? Smells like warm rolls" Bingley
shifted gingerly a couple of times and
said he believed he did notice something
of the kind. Guess it's some new com
in the running gear burning out"
he said.
When he got over to the Office. he felt
little chilly, with queer shivers running
his spine, and he sat on the slab over
the steam heater to warm up. The heat
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
he frowned-
George" he called. and the Office boy
came forward. George, haven't l told
several times not TO eat your lunches
in the ol3cef"
Yes. sir"
Then why do you disobey me? Look
at all those crumbs on the floor around
he heater"
George looked. and his eyes bulged out.
II didn't make 'em, sir" be protested.
an Mickey Donovan allus eats out
the lamp ROOM"
well. don't let it happen again." said
Mr.. Bingley sternly. Take the buster
and brush them up"
Mr.. Bingley's partner came in a little
alter, and almost the first thing he said
was:
I've got to complain to the janitor
about those charwomen. They are
more and more careless every
lay. It's bad enough to leave dust all
,ver the DOM without eating their sup
oers here too"
What's the matter?" inquired Bling |
ey.
Look at all those crumbs and bits of
under your chair" said the partner.
That's funny" said Bingley. 1t was
'eally funnier than he knew.
When he went out to luncheon, he
wasn't at all hungry, so he ordered a
,owl of soup. After ne went out the
waiter turned to a confrere and remark
ID: Something queer about that man.
vi he had was soup. an just look at the
.rumbs he left on the floor"
When Bingley got home that after |
loon, his wife. as was her custom, came
o the door to let him In. He paused on
he porch. turned round quickly and ut
a vehement 'Shoo.'
What is it. Henry?" cried his wife.
Nothing but a darn lot of impudent
he said testify. about a
of 'em followed me up the |
treet. 1duttering and chirping at my
Ieels."
Ills wire o at him anxlOusly. /
would you like a wet towel put round
our head, dearY' she quaveringly in
uired.
"Wet towel!' he snarled. Then, OBJ
CRYING her anxious look, he changed his
one. There, there" he said, you
mustn't notice my tantrums. I'm a little
rusty today"
But that evening the hidden secret was
evealed when he pulled off his coat
'Why, Henry" cried his wife, ''have
on been sitting down in a plaster bed"
And while he was twisting his neck
nto knots trying to get a look over his
boulder at the scene of the accident she
it was dough.
IF the dough had been in my peck
ts." said Bingley a little later. with a
chuckle. you'd have discovered it
ago."
And now the girl at Bingley's invaria-
ly sets her bread in a plain and mas
uming kitchen chair.-Cleveland Plain
Dealer.
He Doea II He Cant |