The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1908-11-19

steps down the hill; and the end Of this
Thanksgiving day on the desert.
The Thanksgiving
Pie That HE Made
BY CLARA AlNsWoRTH.
What, no pie with u Thanksgfv-
ing dinner! Why, 1 never heard Of
such a thing"
Plum"
No
"Well, plum pudding or mlnce pie Is
the only proper thing for a Thanksgiv-
ing dinner. We simply have to have
one of Them" said Tom Hastings.
II am sure my dessert is very nice
and quite proper Mrs. Tom answered
Tom shook his head sadly: "All right
for any other day, but not for hanks
giving" Then, brightly: Why, 1t IS
not too late yet; we can make q pie!'
of experience to make a pie. Mother
made such delicious ones that ! never
had the courage to try" i.
Poor. timid little girl! Well, / VIII
make a pie and you can learn poise
and piemaking all in one lesson. Got
any prepared mincemest in the house,
THANK goodness-no!" exclaimed his
wife, foolishly thinking that settled
We'll, 1 will run over to the store
and get some. Keep up a hot fire
and good spirits while I'm gone.
The look of horror on Mrs. Hast
;ngs' pretty face gradually faded away.
HE won't find a store open today.
But l., order to get pie off his brain,
Ill telephone to Jack to take him u
in his automobile. Clever girl. If l can't
make pie!" she clluckled gleefully. as
she hung UP the phone after arranging
with Jack Emerson to happen around
at once and take Tom out riding.
Mr.. and Mrs. Hastings, being a most
hospitable young couple, had deter
giving IN their cosy new home by a lit
tie dinner party. Tom prided himself
on being a handy man who could do
anything about the house, but previous
experience had taught his more cau-
tious wife that "a little learning is a
mans knowledge Of cooking. Expert
ence had also shown her that arguing
was useless; he must either have his
way to the bitter end or be headed off
by strategy.
well, I had a great chase, but / fn-
ally got it, and everything else to make
a fine pic,' said Tom radiantly, as he
unloaded at the kitchen table. Now
for the pie. Hello! who is that" as the
telephone bell rang. We'll, Jack, want
me to come around help fix up your
auto, so we al go riding this morn
ing? Sorry, old man, but I'm busy.
Can't possibly. No, can't do it."
ooh, Tom, please, please CO." begged
his wife.
Thanks. awful1y; can't do 1t. old
boy"
why. no, Dora" as he rung off.
''I've got to stay home and make that
pie. We can't disappoint our guests"
You surely aren't. going to make a
pie nown walled the partner of his
joys and sorrows in other culinary ven-
her scheme to get him away from fur
Their pitfalls.
"of course I am. Get things out for
me. and you make the filling and be
sure to have it Just Dustin with rails
ms n richness as the small boy
said"
Don't try it, Tom. You'll make an
awful failure and spoil the whole din
ner."
I'VE fail! Screw your courage 20 the
sticking point and We'll not fall" quot
ed Tom gaily, waving the cook book In
the air. Let me see-'One cup Of
shortening, three cups flour, pinch of
salt, ice water enough to hold together
How extremely simply! Any II with
ordinary common sense and a good
! MN 'Ooth SehA Sp'h ILL., l.
Fools rush in where angels fear to
tread" murmured his wife wickealy.
The pastry-maker mixed and stirred
noisily, turnd the dough out on the
board, and, with many pats and flour
ishes, made it into a firm ball.
Don't handle it so much; you aren't
modelling in clay" cautioned his spec
tator.
I'm making this pie, Mrs. Hastings
her husband retorted with cheerful in
~ 4, -. Nfss r. IJocfJ~.., ,,..z-1 -.
back and busted her brain with evolv-
ing plans to Illustrate the piemakins
yet. After much tasting and stirring
she exclaimed: We'll, I've spoiled the
mincemeat. 1t is burned dreadfully.'
Let me see. Oh, that's not hurt;
your sense of taste suffers when you're
nervous"
Every scheme falls through. How
can l ever outwit him now?" thought
the poor woman.
At the exciting moment 7hich ne
r amateur ought toapproach with untrieG
!, hands, hat of transferring the crust
. to the plate, it broke into as many
pieces as the lost tribe of Israel, ans
I for once even Toms serenity was dis.
r turbed.
r "oh, well, I'll just have to recon
, struct the anatomy Of that pie, that
all" and he patientlygathered the frag.
ments together and rolled 1t out foul
e times before he was satisfied. At las
. 1t was all done to his apparent salts.
faction and baked brown.
D There, Dora Hastings! did you eve
3 see a finer pie?" he asked, proudly sur.
: veying the work of his hands. "Ricl
and brown-that's the way to max,
: them"
q Its too hot on that new oilclorh
e I'll move it over here" began Mrs
Hastings. and then screamed: "Oh, IT.
: SO hot" and dropped 1t. The pie slippe.
e out of the plate, rolled against tn
s table leg and landed right side up with
q out q break.