The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1906-04-26

Don't get gay, Smithy. Don't get
gay !" was the squally response Of the
exasperated Pa. Don't try to act kitty
like your dear mother. Just you follow
me to the kitchen. Pick up your feet
and hustle hence to the cookery. i will
show you what / know about The fudge
business. / will show you that when l
cackle words / have got the deeds to
back them!"
So saying Pa swiftly sailed from the
room, consorted by Ma and little Fido
and in a few minutes another charac-
Don't sit around like a substitute,
madam, Don't sit around like a sub
stitute!" commanded the strenuous Pa.
as he turned more steam on the stove.
Drop that Internal dog and get me
some chocolate! If you haven't got any
chocolate get me some chocolate chips
or coal tar! Norah, trot out the fry
ing PAM Where do you keep the fry
Ing pan? You al never find anything
in this house! You can never find any
thig here but the Smiths. Where Is
the sugar, Mrs. Jones: Don't you have
sugar? Do you sweeten the coffee with
that dill pickle smile of yours? Norah.
fetch me the butter. That's the stuff
Holy smoke! I didn't ask you to haul
out enough to grease a life-size locomo-
tive, 1 am making fudge! / am not
starting an oil refinery! Where is all
the milk, Mrs. Jones? Where is all the
milk? If you can't flag a milk train
occasionally. I'll sell Fido and buy a
brindle COW! If you"
SHUT up, you simple heather! Shut
up!" shouted Ma, with o-isiderable
spirit. You make me mad. You make
me peevish! If you will run away and
play 1 will buy you some candy! If
you-What are you doing, you crazy
crook? That's not the way to
make fudge! You are only wasting the
materials that you are putting in 1t!
You don't stew candy the same as you
would fry Easter eggs! You have got
enough butter In that pan to keep a
ham sandwich foundry working for six
months You have"
"Who Is doing this, sweetheart? Who
Is doing thls?" broke In Pa. with a
dartful glance at Ma. "Who Is the su-
perintendent Of this fudge factory?
This isn't any Of your modern recipes.
This isn't n of your cooking school
styles with a hemstltched apron and
rubber gloves ON the side. This is the
real thing. This is the way my good
old mother used to make 1t! This Is the
All, see how 1t bubbles, Mrs. Jones
See how 1t boils! Now then, Norah,
chuck me a pan Chuck me a pan quick
Get out Of the a Smithy
Back off and give me a chance to pour
this out. Doesn't that look all to the
scod? Doesn't that make you jealous?
Just wait until 1t gets cool and hard
Yum-yum! / can almost taste it
now! And to think that you apltefully
insisted that 1 didn't know how to
make fudge! Don't you wish you hadn't
said it. dovey. dear? Don't you wish
you hadn't said it?"
With this Pa put the candy out TO
cool, but when he vent to take a look
q few minutes later 1t hadn't Judged.
1t was the same an hour later 1t was
the same two hours later, and it was
safe betting that it would be the same
forever.
II told you so, you sweet old hero.
/ told you so! !" cried the delighted Ma,
with a scornful smile at the disappoint-
ed Pa. Il told you that you weren't SO
many! l told you that you were max
ing a mess of it! If you want to eat
that fudge you will have to suck ii
through a straw"
1t was then that the battle began in
earnest and early the next morning all
the natives for blocks around were ask
ing each other If they had heard a
fearful rumbling the night before that
sounded like an earthquake.-Philadel-
phia Telegraph.