The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-01-24

plum pudding-fancy 1t In the hot climate!
until even the smell of them sickened
u.s." ~ I f' w.
Canned things-or timed, as you call
them-are very useful in energeAcies, :"
said Mr.. Calender, with idiotic solem-
nifty. 'You know you have to eat them
| sometimes-when you can't-help your
SELF you know. Oh, yes, in emergencies,
timed things are very useful-if you like
| EN- r. #&r% - se<...-
Mr.. Kennard laughed heartily, as if at
some delicate joke. "Ah, yes, yes, If you
like them--if you like them. Warburton,
yes-mind that, yes!' ~
Excuse me for a moment" said Mrs,
Calender with graceful deliberation,
sweeping slowly out of the room. and as
soon as the door had closed behind her
rushing into the kitchen wildly. There
had to be some way out Of this! .
Don't dish up thing, Catharine," she
ordered breathlessly. 1T is no use; the
gentlemen never eat anything canned.
I've got to think up something else.'
Daunted by the grim face Of the insulted
cook, she turned appealingly to the wait
ress. "You must know. of something I
| could do, Nelly?'
You told me that everything they had
was cooked for their own dinner"
The eyes Of Irish Nelly sparlsled.
''That's just it, nna'am They're only
just now sitting down to the soup. I seen
it going in through the window. If
lyou- rig .>-..'r
"well, well-say it!' ...
.Sure, they'd loan you the whole din
ner, ma am, if you asked it. ~ 4
| The magnihcence of the scheme took
Mrs. Callender's breath away. d,
You'd give the lend of it yourself,
ma'am," said Nelly impartially.
Mrs. Calender gasped-and assented.
The people seated at the table in the
Edining-roo Of the adjoining house looked
up at the lone window, amazed to see
Mrs. Calender gesticulating insane1y at
them, from without.
Don't help any more Of that SOUP
she called insistently. Don't help any
more of it-wait till I get in The win
dow opened from the inside. and she
hurled herself into the room. mo, no.!
| she answered the look on their horror
struck faces, "it's not poisoned. don't
mean that-it's all right; but I want II
myself I want your dinner. Oh, will
you let me take it home with me?"
"My dear Mrs. Calender" expostulateS
Mr.. Waring in a quieting voice, rising
cautiously. ~ =
mo, I'm not crazy! I mean just what
say. My husband has brought home com
and they can't eat it because they've beer
in Africa-and, oh, ! can't explain. Ant
it's so important to treat them well, and
oh, you dear thing!"
For Mrs. Waring had handed the soul
. to Nelly and was already giving order
to her own maid. H. @a.
4 Don't say another word" she com
, manded rapidly, with woman's percep
!. ton grasping the situation. "Send u
. over Just what you have in exchange. w
), have only plain home dinner-roas
beef, vegetables, rnacaroni, cottage pud
ding. Henry, carry over this roast, vii
you? Don't make any noise, any of you.
) It'll take the potatoes" said Mrs. Cal
, lender fervently, but as she climbed he
1 own piazza steps once more and saw tn
t ghostly procession that came and wen
Y stealthily bearing dishes, her knees sud
e denly bent under her and she leane
against one of the piazza posts too wea
; from laughter to move.
i 'Take care, you'll drop that dish," sal
t Mr.. Warning, interposing a dexterous arm
$ while he endeavored to balance the roas
on the railing.
Hello, what's the matter?' Mr. Cal
lender, with an excited whisper, cam
= peering out into the semidarkness. '.Tha
: back door keeps letting in an inferno
y draught. What on earth are you an
: Warning doing out here, Cynthia? And 70
= without thing on your shoulders Don
r you know that we're waiting for dinne
: and it's after half past seven o'cloclx?''-
His ill-used expression was the las
; straw. Mr. Waring rocked and reele
, with his, platter, while the roast performe
{. an. obligato movement.
"O!" moaned Mrs. Calender as her hus
!. band finally assisted her to an erect pos
), ton, and offendedly took UP the dis
:, Of potatoes. Don't say 2 word, don
:. = ask me a thing; you'll never in this worl
: know all I've gone through in the las
: hour. But I've got the dinner Eng
lishmen are provided for-your future
9 assured and all that we have to do no
;, is to go in and eat-and eat-and eat.