The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1908-09-17
Raw Cherry
Pie
Wife Tries Hard to Please.

more tnan anyone else ABOUT IL, sdio
Mrs. Adams, coldly.
Mr.. Adams wagged his head sorrow
fully.
Nobody" he said, slowly, with an
irritated eye upon his boss, can dis
cuss anything with you, Minnie. The
moment l mention that pie you rush
ahead as usual, and jump all the hur-
dies before you get to 'em. What l
said was that cherry pie would be"
And because ! try to please you
and tell Gussie to fix one you insult
me-" cried his wife.
Both members of the Adams family
frightened their lips and drew in their
breath through distended nostrils. Gus
sic, the cook, cannily observing these
signs, withdrew hurredly.
Mr.. Adams suddenly relaxed his fea-
lures and smiled YEARLY.
Let the Internal pie CO." he said.
Mrs. Adams sighed.
why should it be let go?" she de-
handed. For goodness sake, what
ails you? Upon my word, l cannot
understand the processes of your
mind, Frank Only you can hardly
know more about cooking than l do,
you know. II you mean that your
mother made pies with raw cherries,
| have only to say that there are pies
and pies"
MY maternal parent" retorted Mr..
Adams, made no pies. The servants
made EN- You told Gussie to cook
the cherries. Well, | may be fool,
but, by gosh. you don't cook 'em,
madam. They're put in raw-raw!'
Mrs Adams smiled this time. She
made it an indulgent smile that would
prickle 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 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 & the substantial but i'm
portant portfoH-sf his dinner and hap
PLY announced that he was ready for
pie.
He tried it.
"Well?" queried his wife. Despite
her well-put-on air Of unconcern, 1t
was only too evident that she did
care a little about his opinion.
You want to know my honest feel
ings?" he asked. We'll, this pies
soggy. And | tell you, Minnie, the
cherries amt right They were
cooked"
The meal was finished in dreary
silence.
In the kitchen only the smash OF
crockery sounded. Gussie was an
gered. Il thought it was very nice
pie" said Mrs. Adams, an hour later.
Mr.. Adams yawned.
The pioneer pie had been concocted
of raw cherries. They made another,
filing it with stewed cherries. Mr..
Adams said that probably it was the
crust.
by George, l could make pie my
self" he calculated. You fix the crust
and I'll tend to Mister Pie You cook
the fruit too long"
The crust" shouted his wife and
Gusse, that's the main part
Not in our pies said he, stubborn
ly. The cherries all soak up, Now,
honest, haven't you been kidding me?
These pies had cooked cherries in EN-,
sure"
Mrs. Adams protested.
It's the oven, them she decided.
1T 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 unfit for consumption, Mrs.
Adams went to the kitchen and con-
suited with Gussie, They awaited Mr..
Adams departure, then went into
bedroom and there, giggling, they took
a box from a closet and began snip
ping at what it held.
That's plenty" said Gussie.
At dinner the cherry pie came on.
These haven't been cooked so
much" said Mr. Adams, cheerfully.
The pastry lattice work showed the
ripe, shiny cherries beneath it.
There said Mr., Adams. AT last
That pies right. Gimme big piece,
I'd stake my life you've hit it, 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, fiercely.
One large slice was downed.
'I-guess that'll be enough he
murmured, family.
It's the way you said to make it,
cried Mrs. Adams, accusingly.
And it's a blamed good pie his
manner was valiant; best | ever had.
But I'm tired of pie. Those cherries
were bully. Whered you get emf"