The Minneapolis journal., 1906-08-09
Getting. /. Even
n n RS. TALCOTT; stood up in the sailboat and
Nlt laughed down into the surprised face Of her

lVl husband : :"
Ever since they came to the resort she had been try
Professor Marcus Talcott had acquired lad during
terrifying experience in sailboat. Until this time
she had always been obliged to give up and leave him
at nome whenever she went sailing Now, as the can
vas filed she laughed merrily. ~
But Professor Talcott watched his pretty wife in
her white sailor gown with the dark blue tie futterng
at her throat and his heart refused soften He had
been ricked She knew very we'll that roast the
form Of festivity he could resist. For, how
ever they might differ on the subject Of sailing, these
two were absolutely: one lin their enthusiasm over
roasted corn H.. F.. ....
She knew equally well, tho, that he had expected
the corn roast to be held as usual on the safe and
sandy home beach. Not a word had been said to him
about crossing Pine lake to Holy island until at the
last minute, this sailboat had been unexpectedly dis
played Then everybody had been 80 surprised" that
he had not understood the planl
Before there time to resist he had been coaxed
aboard and the thing he noticed the sparkle
of triumph in the eyes of his wife, -.-.
1t was an exciting sail over to the island. Even
reckless Mrs Talcott glanced uneasy at her husband
several tmes but whatever his tremors he kept the1u
to himself They landed at last, much to his secret
relief and the men were ordered to gather driftwood
and build the fire for roasting while the women,
marshaled by Mrs. Tacott, set about unloading the
baskets. >~~> ~" .,' -. ";''
But that was the moment when Professor Talcott's
wounded dignity became visible to the naked eye In
stead of helping with the fire. he moped the beach.
When Mrs. Talcott rallied him he strolled away-and
he stroed far that he quite missed the commoton
caused by the discovery that the butter had been left
behind. I
"There are farmhouses on this island" said young
Morton, tossing another log the blazing fire. Ill
60 forage for butter If you II keep me company Mrs.
She cast one glance at the professor sauntering up
the beach. Really, he was acting like child -
"Well, we can't eat the corn without the butter,
she responded And it serves right to have 60.
I'm the one who forgot the butter.' With that she
looked again at the professor and then hurried away
with Morton.
They did hurry, too tho there was one girl in the
party who will never believe it. The first house
half mile off, and the road lay thru soft sand There
was no butter there, but they were told of place
farther On where butter could be found; so on they
trudged.
Part Of the way lay thru the woods, and there per-
spring Morton would have fingered, but Mrs Talcott
was as openly annoyed about the time they lost if
Morton had beer the professor himself Altogether
was a prosaic journey. In the end, it was at the
fourth farmhouse that Morton was privileged to buy
pound Of butter for 81 bill They had then been
gone from the party over an hour. .-T I,
"Wcll, we've got the butter, anyway said Nor
ton aitsr "a discouraged glance at his watch "Ani
It was this reflection that comfofted them
all the, weary way back, and it was the
pcund Of melting butter that Morton proudly waved
as they drew near the campfire at last. - Il
%'tWhere on earth have you beenf'' was the chorus
~thst greeted them. &%@- y 49,. - .~'>
"sayywe couldn' wait that long, you know, - one
of the men apologized $50 we ate our lunch Hurry
up. It. almost time to- start back"
''You see, we thought you were having such a good
time you forgotten all about luncheon " laughed the
girl who would have GO after that butter with
Morton herself. She was laying out sandwiches and
cake for the tardy ones as she spoke. "And please
forgive us, but we ve made1a dreadful mistake. We
thought that oher basket was full of corn, and, be.
fore we. found out it wasn't. we had roasted and
eaten every bit there wasi''% -. :@.e :"'* :..s.~
without any butter." gasped Mrs. Talcott. =
"Oh; no; we found that your sandwiches were
spread dresdfuly thick, Mrs. Tacott, so we each
opened OURS, and rolled our them and it
was splendid! But it's too bad there isn't any left
for you!'' 49, >' pr=. -. ,:t
'<WeH!'' calculated Morton, eyeing the pound Of
butter dfsna]y. "Pity somebody hadn't thought of
that before we started, ism it, Mrs Talcottq''
=. But she was looking at the girl "such bright
iea nytts1'ng the corn that way! Was it yours
''oh no! It was your husbands. Isn't he the
most resou,ceful man9" 81 - Nv pep
Mrs tTalcott darted one glance across the fire at
her well.fed husband. His eyes had borrowed the
sparkle Of triumph from her own. 'tThat's for get