New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1902-11-26

choking with Yexation, Miss Kingsley
& brushed the last cinder from the depths
( Of the out-oven' and closed the door on
{ the even heat ready for the Thanksgiving
baking. !. '. a, 81 3,
FIRST FIRST would go in the rye and injun, Z
next e white and brown loaves and then
I the es-pumpkin and mince and good
sness knew knew what else. O yes, Nancy was
m ma cturing a Pilgrim Fathers LOAF, z
whatever that might prove to be-
Inc Inc warmth val of the oven may have been
9 reason Tor the extra flush on Bessie''s
lace, but IT could not be responsible for
the Two Dig tears running unpoetically down
her nose while she stopped to adjust the
iron latchbar. S. rs
Instead OF Thanksgiving day tomorrow
would be.a dreadful decision day! Really,
Harley should not have chosen the holiday
for such demonstration. rs.
Nancy had all the baking ready when
BESSIE came to her assistance, all but the
Pilgrim Fathers loaf. And you may be
carrym out of the loaves, = she said. in her
rich. CHEEKY brogue, "and III soon have the
finish 9l 5l s..
Bessie bore away an armful of pies while
the ambitious cook held up dilapidated-5
looking bake-tin. An this shiftless thing
=niYer forgits to burn its COMMITS. as I've
noticed betimes, she CALCULATED, squinting
hard at the condemned article GIVE a
notion to sphread wan mite Of paper in
the old mischief now I don't want my
Pilgrim Fathers baked to a cinder! An,
5shure, here's the identical bit of paper Pm.
zafther havin'!" she exclaimed, as she fin
ished buttering the tin and picked up "a
folded paper from the floor. An it's
Nancy Ellen's scrubbin' as what makes any
floor clane enough to dine off Of" bridling.
her head by way Of apology. tn ~ la
As she fitted the paper to the tin her
defective vision saw only "a bit of writin's
ON the wan side' and on the other some
o. the childers' map-drawin'." A
. When Bessie again appeared in the bake
room the Pilgrim Fathers loaf had been
safely dumped on the "map-drawin'," and
Cook Nancy delivered it into her hands.
4 Mrs. Kingsley always made it a point to-
inspect the baking after it was turned out
on, the broad oaken table in the wide,
roomy pantry. So when the loaves were
brought in on this eventful day the adroit
Nancy sent Bessie on ahead with the 'srye
an injun,0 while she turned the Pilgrim
Fathers loaf deity over and pulled off
Cne3 DTOWueu paper Win a. dextefOuS yank.
"she's so mighty fne,' she murmured, re-
ferring to. Mrs. Kingsley, an she isn't
likely to want the map O. Ireland on the
prize bakin'. I'll warrant she'd turn I'D
her nose at even the thought of it, and
we don't want anything objectionable on
the blissed day when all Ameriky is givin'
of#thanks. Holy Mother! I should think
not!
Il Notwithstanding the precaution of Cook
Nancy and her invocation to the VIRGIN
Mary Mrs. Kingsley turned very white
as she touched her refined nasal organ to
the bottom of the "prize" loaf to see if it
was thoroughly baked, for she saw some
thing on the rich crust which Nancy's de-
fective vision had not comprehended.
For full FIVE minutes she gazed. The hor.
ror crept into her face. Then with a sob
she called out: Nancy Ellen Nancy FL
len! Come here Immediately"
q The cook, who was busy cleaning kettles
in the kitchen, hearing the unusual sum-,
mons and noticing that each word of her
mistress was a smothered shrek in itself.
dropped her work and ran to her assistance.
- PhWat in the wurruld can be the mat
terW she painted, flying along the passage
way. g., ~ - sas
Close the door behind you, Nancy Ellen.