The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1900-02-15
HIS MOTHERS COOKING.
Mr.. Boggles Makes Mistake That
GiveS His Wife
Advantage.

When Roggles reached home the
other evening he was out of sorts with
himself and the world in general.
Everything had gone wrong (as things
sometimes wild at the office that day,
consequently Boggles was in fault
finding mood, and, like stick of dyna-
mite, ready to explode at the slightest
provocation.
His first opportunity occurred at the
dinner table, and of course he promptly
improved it. Picking up warm bis
cult from the plate before him, he broke
ii open, shifted a couple of times, and
began:
"Chock-full of saleratus, as usual,
and heavy as a chunk OF lead. II is one
of the greatest wonders of the nine
teenth century that some women
that's right, blush if you want to, Han
nah; don't blame you bit for it-that
some women, | repeat, can never learn
how to make biscuits fit for human con-
sumption. You ought to see the bis
cults my mother used to make; but
pshaw! there's no use telling you about
ner style of cooking. I've told you hun
dreds of times before, and it didn't do
any good; not a particle. You're set
on making biscuits your own way, even
if you have to throw them away after
ward or bride tramp to eat them.
"Well, tramp can take his chances
on them if he wants to, but I'm not GO
ing TO ruin my digestion by eating such
soggy, saleratus-s saturated biscuits as
these. I'm not an ostrich exactly, and
! object to eating biscuits that weigh a
pound apiece. Understand that, Mrs.
Boggles?"
81 think I do" said Mrs. Boggles,
meekly; "but | forgot to-"
"I'll bet you did; you are always for
getting something" interrupted Bog
giles, sneeringly. Forgot to put any
shortening or milk in those biscuits,
I expect. Wonder you didn't forget
the flour, too, and put in nothing but
salt and bakingsoda. 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 was coming
some time this week, didn't she?"
"Yes," answered Mrs. Boggles, with
mischevous twinkle in her eyes, land
she arrived early this forenoon"
This forenoon ?" echoed Boggles,
blanllly, horrible suspicion beginning
to dawn upon his mind. "And-and
did she make these biscuits?"
81 believe she did" answered Mrs.
Boggles, with one of her sweetest
smiles. 81 forgot to tell you so when
you sat down TO dinner, hut I see you've
found it out, and I'm glad you like
them. Do have another, won't you,
dear?"
Il believe I will" said Boggles,
hoarsely; land, Hannah" he contin-
ued, in a stage whisper, ''if you ever
dare to breathe n word of what / said
to mother, I'LL 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 for them as
| soon as I get home tomorrow night.
| Underestimate"
Mrs. Boggles intimated that she did,
| end moment later, when Roggles'
mother, who had tired herself out with
the homework, and had been upstairs
taking nap, came into the dining
room and asked; ''IIow do you like my
biscuits, Samuel? Did you know l
made them without being told?" Bog
giles winked at his wife, and then I'M
blushingly answered.:
"Of course | did; knew it the min
ute | laid my eyes on EN-; and I was
just telling Hannah I'd give almost
anything if she was frst-class cook
like my mother. Wasn't l, Hannah ~
And with brand-new cloak and bon
net in prospect, only "a hours distant,
Mrs. Boggles wisely held her peace
VIII S. Gidley, in Woman's Home Com
| panion.