The National tribune., 1903-06-04

he wiggled round in his pentence, and
delight at getting off so easily.
BY the time the boys got back Mrs.
klegg was in her normal condition Of
mind, and nothing more was said about
their misdeeds. Mrs. Klegg worried much
over the many ingredients which she could
not have to make a respectable white
mans cake as she declared. but she got
enough together finally, though it took the
combined efforts of all the colored people
about the house and Pete and Sandy.
Give me big spoon. Elephant" she
ordered. Il want to try some Of this be-
fore put it in the skillet to bake" There
was hurrying round for spoon. The only
one to be found that was of any size was
made from gourd. With many remarks
on the indifference" of Southern women
and their ideas of what was necessary in
kitchen. Mrs. klegg cleaned up the queer
spoon. and put it i'll the cake dough. She
spOOned generous lot into buttered
coffee can lid. and put it in the oven, turn
ing round just in time to catch Pete reach
| ing for the spoon. She gave him a cuff on
the ears. and he fell back. stumbling over
| the cat, which ran yelling away, just in
time to jump full in the face of a NANCY
eur which Pete had been making pet Of
There was mix-up in a second. but the
cat came off victor, though the bowling
dog brought half the camp to the hospital
| yahu. INickS tTleu 10 eNpllllf t1e
Sergeant that it was only some of Pete's
| foolishness that was causing so much
noise about the place. when there was n
yell from inside, and she turned lust in
time to see Sandy belt Pete in the head
with the gourd spoon. sending the cake
dough flying all over the kitchen.
Il wasn't doin' blamed thing" howled
Pete. "only just lickin' the SPOON"
| Yes spluttered Sandy, '.he was Ickin'
the SDOpu and faE oI +ba DnaJ,- yy-Lo,,
| asked him to let me have some he
jammed it back in the cake and wasn't
gOin' to let me have single lick-the
nasty little beast. Wait till git you off
by yourself, you pickayunish little mule,
I-Pll Just skin you, that's what I'll do,
darn your'
About this time the Deacon arrived on
the scene. and the assembly of black faces
around the doors disappeared and the con-
valescents. who had been enjoying the
break in the monotony of the life. limped
back to their seats under the trees.
The two boys were a sight. Pete's hair
was full of cake batter. and Sandy's nose
was bleeding from contact with Pete's
vicious fists. Mrs. Klegg was too mad to
talk. She just sat down and glared at the
two cubs, who began to get frightened.
The Deacon didn't need to ask any Ques-
tons; he was too used to boys quarreIs
to be astonished. He eyed the two cul-
prits over his speetacles for minute, and
then striding over to the corner where they
were sulking, he grabbed one in each
hand. He yanked them over to n rude
bench by the fireplace. over which he
adjusted the two Of them with one swing
Of his powerful hands. then holding them
there with one hand, he gave them half
a dozen swipes with the other, which
warmed them up for the remainder of the
day and made dinner from the top of the
rail fence quite luxury.
"Now, you little imps. go back to the
hospital, and il catch you out again to-
day, I'll whale you within an inch of your
lives"
The two cubs needed no second bidding,
but flew round the corner of the house.
and again there was quiet.
| In the course of an hour Mrs. Klegg
appeared in the dining-room with the
cooled specimen of cake, and after it was
tried by the girls all pronounced it an ex-
cellent substitute for the regulation dis
pepsia- producing combination which Mrs.
| Klegg usually seasoned for month before
serving to her friends.
(To be continued)