Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1902-11-20

Choking with vexation, 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.
First would go in the rye and injun,"
next the white and brown loaves and then
the pies-pumpkin and mince-and good
ness knew what else. 0 yes, Nancy was
manufacturing Pilgrim Fathers loaf"
whatever that might prove to be: So.
The warmth of the oven may have been
reason for the extra flush on Bessie's
face, but it could not be responsible for
the two big tears running unpoetically down
her nose while she stopped to adjust the
iron latchbar.
Instead of Thanksgiving day tomorrow
would be dreadful decision day Really,
Harley should not have chosen the holiday
for such demonstration
Nancy had all the baking ready when
Bessie came to her assistance, all but the
Pilgrim Fathers loaf. "And you may be
carryin' out Of the loaves," she said, in her
rich, CHEEKY brogue, s'and I'll soon have the
finish"
Bessie bore away an armful of pies while
the ambitious cook held up dilapidated-
looking bake-tin. can this shiftless thing
niver forgits to burn its contints, as I've
noticed betimes," she CALCULATED, squirting
hard at the condemned article. "I've
notion to sphread wan mite of paper in
the old mischief now. / don't want my
Pilgrim Fathers baked to cinder! An,
shure, here's the identical bit of paper I'm
afther havin'!" She exclaimed, as she fin.
ished buttering the tin and picked up
folded paper from the floor. ssAn' it's
Nancy Ellen's scrubbin' as what makes any
floor clane enough to dine off of, bridling
her head by way of apology.
As she fitted the paper to the tin her
defective vision saw only ga bit of writin'
on the wan side" and on the other ''some
O. the childers' map-drawin'.
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.
Mrs. Kingsley always made it 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 rye
an injun," while she turned the Pilgrim
Fathers loaf deity over and pulled off
the Drowned paper with dexterous yank.
"She's SO mighty fne," she murmured, re-
ferring to Mrs. Kingsley, IAN she isn't
likely to want the map O. Ireland on the
prize bakin'. I'll warrant she'd turn up
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
mott"
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 sob
she called out: Nancy Ellen! Nancy E.
len! Come here immediately"
The cook, who was busy cleaning kettles
in the kitchen, hearing the unusual sum-
mons and noticing that each word Of her
mistress was smothered shrek in itself.
dropped her work and ran to her assistance
"Phwat in the wurruld can be the mat.
tsr| she painted, flying along the passage
way.
"Gose the door behind you. Nancy Ellen.