The Beaumont enterprise. [volume] (Beaumont, Tex.) 1904-current, 1904-09-14
Burnt to a black cinder.

should not scorch Every few minutes
she opened the oven door and looked
at ii. 1t raised nicely and seemed to
be in no danger of burning. At the end
of the three-quarters of an hour 1t
was almost as white and dOughy.look-
ing as when she put it in. She decided
that something must be done. There
was not fire enough this time; that
was sure She would put little wood
in the stove. She fastened out and
brought in a handful and put it on the
dying fire. Ten minutes later she care
fully opened the oven door to look at
her cake. 1t was about half an inch
in. thickness!
Margaret's lips set in a determined
line The spirit Of her fighting ances-
tors was aroused. She would not be
conquered by a mere cake!
She was hot, and oh, so tired! But
she went heroically to work again.
A little after o'clock Rob came up
the walk, whistling The threshing at
Smiths was finished, and he was
home early.
At the door he stopped in surprise.
Margaret, who was always ready to
receive him. in the daintiest of after
noon dresses, when he returned sat by
| the kitchen table in a soiled morning
wrapper. Her hair was diSheveled
and sprinkled with flour; one hand
was done up in white cloth, and two
fingers of the other hand showed
great burns. Her head rested on her
arms. and she was crying bitterly.
Rob was startled. 1t was several
minutes before he could understand
what was the trouble. At last, how
ever. with her tear-stained face hid
den against his coat. Margaret sobbed
out a history of the days disasters.
Rob laughed; but it was a comfort
| ing laugh. rs that all?" he exclaimed,
cheerily. Don't worry about that.
little wife. wasn't my mothers hired
| Girl all one year for nothing. That's
the very cake she always used to have
me make. | got to be quite an expert
at it. It's a pity if we can't make one
more"
Ten minutes later Rob, envelOped In
a great kitchen apron, was busily at
work stirring up another cake.
ITS lucky we have plenty of eggs.
How many cakes did you make, any
way," he asked, as he noticed the
great pile of eggshells.
Four" Margaret looked foolish as
she answered. You did not know what
a silly wife you had married. did you.
moor boy?" She tried to speak lightly,
but Rob caught the note of usefulness
in her voice. Margaret was very scnsi-
| tive about her deficiencies in the culin-
airy line.
Rob took the sweet face between
! two very houry hands and FASTENED
10 assure her. for the twentieth time
| that he did not care the least bit in
the world whether she could bake a
| cake OF not
That evening az the sociable Mrs.
Wiley hustled Mp to Margaret eEclaim-
ing. Your angel food cake was sim
ulv delicious. Mrs. Archer. ] believe
ID was even better than the one yOu
brought before. and that 3. saying =
| good deal. am coming over some
day 10 have yOu show me hos 30 do
g."
Margaret ard Rob exchanged laugh
ing glance. But she registered v0w
| -fs- before TIE reEt sDriablH she
would Do allie r1 make an angel food
/ cake equal r1 that lra-
And she Earr bar word TbHy a.
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rs-r- that SIRE never u0uld uarf %
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