Smyrna times., 1904-03-30
MOLASSES COOKIES.


long white apron. She always sang
when she was downhearted and said
it was best to "assume a virtue if you
have it not" The cook was i'll, and
the maid away, so she had taken up
the household helm and sent her re-
grets to social event to which she
had looked forward.
To add to the other discomforts, the
carpenter had not come to finish the
shelves in the kitchen-the last touch
to the new house. The tools were
living in a heap at one side of the
room, but the work was at stand
still.
She pulled her sleeves high above
the elbow and opened a recipe book
At the same moment she glanced
up and saw a tall athletic figure
swinging up the driveway. The
mans cap was far back upon his head
and he was whistllug gayly.
81 believe that absurd carpenter
thinks he is going to the front door!"
is certainly mo lerate enough"
She ran to the door and said by way
of greeting, "Come right through this
way, and do please get those shelves
done by noon; want to get this place
Strengthened out"
The man laughed good naturally,
and followed her into the kitchen.
"You are not the regular mau?" she
asked.
NO." he said with smile that she
could not help but admiring for it's
pleasant candor, 81 am not the man. {"
1t was a rainy morning, and he
shook the tweed cap he wore and laid
aside the heavy ulster. He glanced
with admiration at the light figure
stepping about the room She was a
pleasing figure from the top of the
soft golden coil on her shapely head
to the high-heelsd shoes she wore.
81 wish you would begin right away"
she said, little crustily, as she deftly
beat together some butter and sugar
in a yellow bowl. Evidently the
foreman of the shop" she said, 'they
never seem to Nnw as much as the
men,"
The man bent his strong back to the
task and soon the rat-tat of the ham.
mer filled the room, and for its &C
compartment the soft whistling came
unsteady to the girls ears as she
worked. A note of familiarity made
her listen-he was whistling her ia
vorite of Chopin's nocturnes, and thii
merged into Beetho ven's sonata o
the Pathetique.
Meanwhile the work progressed ant
was about finished when the cookie
we're. 81 believe will offer him
J ie," she thought, and she brough
ousa delicate china plate aud rathe
bashfully held a fragrant pile towar
him.
"I haye been longing for one c
those" he said, with another rar
smile, and leaning against the wall b
proceeded to pay them the highe'
compliment IN MS power.
He looked down at the heated fac
bent to the oven. "You ought
have no difficulty in finding a man
heart-with cookies like this" b
continued to look at her so steadil
that she felt foolishly uncomfortabl
'I suppose if you have finished 20
will take those things away" 81
pointed to the tools in the corner"
"No; they'll be sent for" he SAT-
accepting his dismissal. AS he we
through the door he bent a whimsic
smile upon her. 81 feel quite repa
for my work." he said.
That night she was to be dined
the Stretor's, and there was to be m
sic after, for they were entertaining
celebrated architect from the Yves
Detained by her duties, she made t
objectionable breach of arriving la
and she took her place in much &C
fusion, hardly glancing at the faC
when introduced.
The first words in the broken thre
Of conversation that came to her
was discussion on the kind OF 10
one would perfer to take to a des
island. She heard cultivated vo
from behind huge floral decorate
say distinctly: "Molasses cookie
She peered around the mound OF ro
and looked into the handsome eyes
the man who had 80 deftly made
kitchen shelves.
1.-THE architect" she breathed,
for moment she could not say VIII
she most preferred to do-pretend
ness and run away, or to slip quie
under the table. She did neither,
again she met the eyes, and they W
reassuring.
Later in the evening, they sat
Rether in a ouiet corner for q nom