Barton County democrat., 1908-01-24

tion with the cook, but not in an
amiable mood.
IT is a triumph of matter over
mind, complained her mother. MARY
mas been cooking for Thanksgiving
ior week, and yet when it comes to
the simple affair of to-day's luncheon
there's nothing ready. That is
nothing suitable. You know your ia.
ther is going to bring Uncle Chester
nome with him for Thanksgiving?"
Yes, but | don't see what differ.
ence that makes. Why not set lust
ABOUT such a luncheon as we usually
have?"
II won't dove must have pastry"
Nonsense, mamma! Pastry at
luncheon is horribly bad form!"
You don't understand. Your Uncle
chester was born in the pie belt and
brought up on pie. He had pie for
breakfast, pie for dinner and pie for
supper"
"Oh, well, l still see no difficulty
The pantry is packed with full.grown
Thanksgiving pies of all denomina
tions."
That's it-they're all full.grown
Even If 1t must be pie. one wants
something dainty and delicate for
luncheon. Something"
u see! Something like those de-
licious little apple tars they have at
the Woman's Educational and Indus.
trial union. I'll 60 down and get
some"
When Mr.. Sloane and Richard re.
turned with their guest and relative
at the luncheon hour, they carried
green bags, from mere force of habit
though not moments work did they
mean to do until after the holidays
After a short chat they cet down to
the luncheon. During the lull Statira
exclaimed:
"Oh, uncle! Mamma says you were
born in the pie belt and have never
outgrown that particular natal influ.
ence."
Chester Sloane gave vent to hearty
laugh.
"Outgrown it? Well, | should say
not! AS much Of globe.trotter as |
have been for 20 years, and as many
and various vile foreign concoctions
as / have eaten in that time, | have
never been disloyal to pie! OF course
| mean the genuine old New England
pie, such as our grandmothers used to
make, and particularly Aunt Adde'S
piesl Eh, Robert?"
Il never knew you had an Aunt
Addie," cried Mrs. Sloane, with a look
OF inquiry at her husband.
She was not relative of ours"
explained Chester, but a sort of aunt
to the entire community, and famous
for her cookery-especially her ap-
pie pies. | have never known but one
other person make them taste like
hers"
"Oh, | see."
No item of the appetizing menu had
attracted so much attention as was
now concentrated on the one being
served, and all eyes were fixed upon
the tiny tarts, scarce three inches in
diameter, in the center of each des-
sert plate.
They look NICE" remarked Mr
Sloane.
Mrs. Sloane was watching their
guests, whom all the others we're also
furtively watching. His mouth full of
the delicate pastry, he was gazing.
with fork uplifted, at the diminutive
apple pie before him. Raising an.
other morsel to his lips, he tasted it
as a connoisseur samples some rare
old vintage OF the grape, meanwhile
intently studying the crust of the tart
itself. Where did you get them?" he
abruptly said, addressing Mrs. Sloane
"At the Woman's Educational and
Industrial union"
III show you where the place is"
boldly volunteered Olney.
A golden-haired girl sat behind the
grill-work of the cashiers desk at
the W. E. & l. Union, deftly making
change for some Of the last of the
Thanksgiving eve shoppers, when OF.
ney Sloane and his uncle burst breath.
lessly in that afternoon. The pink of
her cheeks deepened perceptibly when
he addressed her, for it was the sec.
ond time that day that he had gazed