The bee. (Earlington, Ky.) 1889-19??, 1908-09-10
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mother made pies with raw cherries,
I have only to say that there are pies
ana pies"
MY maternal parent" retorted Mr..
Adams. made no pies. The servants
made 'em. You told Gussie TO cook
the cherries. Wen. may be fool,
but, by gosh you don't cook EN-,
madam. They're pat in raw-raw!"
Mrs Adams smiled this time. She
made 1t an inaulmsnt smile that would
prickIe and burn him.
"All right, dearest" she said.
soothingly. Certainly they shall be
raw"
She uttered the sentence in the tone
she would employ when addressing a
weeping infant or a fretful idiot.
"Gussie!" she called.
The cook appeared and saluted.
Mr.. Adams doesn't wish cooked
cherries in his pie" she said. He
wants them raw"
Gussie bowed with dignity.
"Yessum," she answered.
She'll have that pie for dinner,
Frank said Mrs. Adams.
Watched by the eyes Of the ladies'
of the household, Mr.. Adams hastily
disposed Of the substantial but inn
portant portion of his dinner, and hap
PLY announced that he was ready for
pie. .ur \
He tried 1t.
"Wen?" queried his wife. Despite
her wellput-on air of unconcern, II
was only too evident that she did
care a little about his opinion.
you want to know my. honest feel
ings?" he asked. well, this pies
soggy. And l tell you. Minnie, the.
cherries amt right. They were
cooked" i'sffl
The meal was finished in a dreary
silence.
In the kitchen only the smash OF
crockery sounded Gussie was an
gered. Il thought 1t was very nice
pie" said Mrs. Adams, an hour later.
Mr.. Adams yawned. n
: The pioneer pie had been concoctsd
Of raw cherries. They made another,
filing It with stewSd cherries. Mr..
Adams said that probably It was the
crust. '..',t.
by George, could make pie my
self" he calculated. you tx the crust
and I'll tend to Mister Pie. You cook
the fruit too long"
THE crust" shouted his wife ana
Gussia, that's the main part"
mot in our pies" said he. stubborn
,ly. "The cherries all soak up. Now,
honest, haven't you been kidding met
These pies had cooked cherries In 'em.
sure"
Mrs. Adams protested.
'It's the oven, then" she decided.
ut doesn't go right"
Get a pound of cherries, stone EN-
and throw 'em in with some sugar"
said he, authoritatively. THE piell
come out as it should"
Two more pies did the household
make, and each time the cherries were
massed in red profusion, as he had di-
rected. When the last sample was pro
nounced unit for consumption, Mrs.
Adams went to the kitchen and con-
suited with Gussio. They awaited Mr..
Adams departure, then went into
bedroom and there. giEIllng, they took
a box from a closet and began snip
ping at what 1t held.
That's plenty" said Gussie.
At dinner the cherry pie came on.
These haven't been cooked 80
much" said Mr.. Adams. cheerfully.
The pastry lattice work showed the
ripe, shiny cherries beneath It.
There" said MT Adams. AT last
That pies right Gimme a big piece.
i'd stake my life you've hit 1t. and you
ought TO be glad told you"
He began to eat.
At the first bite his mien became
thoughtful
See; we should have cooked EN-"
reproached his wife. "You don't like
It,"
yes, do" said he. nercely.
One large slice was dOwnsd.
"I-guess that'll be enough" he
murmured, family.
TITS the way you said to make IT,"
cried Mrs. Adams. accusingly.
And it's a blamed good pie" his
manner was, valiant; best l ever had.
But I'm tired OF pie. Those cherries
were bully. Whered you get emf"
His pale face excited no compassion
In Mrs. Adams. for she knew he was
lying. and theirs was a home where
cherry pie would never be made 10
SUIT all parties i'i''f''r
From my sbfing hat" she said
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