Middletown transcript., 1907-04-06
fcoNrrNuED FROM LAST WEEK.

had attracted SO much attention
as was now concentrated on the
one being served, and all eyes
were fixed upon the tiny tartsi
scarce three inches in diameter
in the center of each dessert
plate.
They look nice, remarked Mr.
Sloane.
And yet they are Union made.
reiterated Mrs. Sloane.
Richard, at sight of the Wand
understood the aIlusion, and add
ed:
A. o. o. H.!
Meaning Ancient Order Of
Hibernians?' queried his uncle.
stealing a look at the trim hand
maiden as if fearful of giving Of
tense.
No--Ancient Order Of Old Hen
Why, Dick I! You ought to DC
ashamed !! cried Statira. The
ladies of the Union move in the
very best circles. Some of then
are quite young with a glance
at Olney-and the dellcacies they
sell are made by most estimable
persons.
Oh, of course-decayed gentle
women.
Richard, you're really very in.
considerate, began Mrs. Sloane,
and then her attention was divert.
ed to their guest, whom all the
others were also furtively watch,
ing. His mouth full Of, the deli
cate pastry, he was gazing, with,
fork uplifted, at the diminutive
apple pie before him. Raising
another morsel to his lips, he
tasted it as a connoisseur samples
some rare old vintage of the
grape, meanwhile intently study
ing the crust of the tart itself.
What is it, Chet asked Mr.,
Sloane.
Look at yours, ,and tell me what
you think, was the answer.
ALI paused in their consump-
tion Of apple tarts, and each ex-
amined critically a serie of
small dots piercing the fiaky crust
Olney was the first to speak: I
make it an "a he said.
That seems plausible-'A' for
Apple, commented MIR. Sloane.
Then it should be "A. T., for
Apple Tart, Statira supplement-
ed.
Oh, no, corrected Richard. On
the contrary, it should be revers-
ed: IT. A.'-Tis Apple, or Tain't
Apple, according to circum-
stances.
How absurd, Richard! was
Mrs Sloane's rebuke.
But all continued to eye
Uncle Chester.
I'm sure it means Aunt Addie,
he said at length still carefully
tasting his tart. She has been
dead these many years. to be
sure, but her recipe evidently.
still lives. and there was never
but one other person who could
make pies taste just like this.
Where did you get them? (? he
abruptly added, addressing Mrs.
Sloane.
At the Woman's Educational
and Industrial Union.
I'll show you where the place
is, boldly volunteered Olney, ig-
noring his sisters quizzical ex-
preston.
Why, Olney-- commenced
his mother slowly, endeavoring
to formulate some plausible ma
alobjection, butitnever found
utterance, for Chester Sloane
eagerly accepted the boys offer.
I shall be glad to have you, he
said with manly directness.
They close at five, the year
round, observed Statira, with a
suggestive glance at the mantel
clock. Conversation had pro-
longed the luncheon hour close
on to three: Then to-morrow's a
holiday. The next day being
Friday, will not be lucky; Satur-
days a half-holiday, and then
comes
Statira's abrupt pause was sug.
gestive of covert pinch from
Olney, who dabbed hastily at the
finger-bowl Katy had placed be-
fore him, and impatiently awaited
his mothers movement to rise.
A golden-haired girl sat behind
the grill-work Of the cashiers
desk at the w. Z. & I. Union,
deftly making change for some
of the last Of the Thanksgiving
Eve shopper, when Olney Sloane
and his uncle burst breathlessly |
in that afternoon. The pink of
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