Okolona messenger. (Okolona, Miss.) 1900-current, 1908-09-16
Raw Cherry
Pie
Wife TrIes Hard to Please.

more than anyone else about IT," So. d
Mrs Adams, coldly.
Mr. Adams wagged his head sorrow
fully. u
Nobody" he said, slowly, with an
irritated eye upon his boss, 'can dis.
cuss anything with you, Minnie. The
moment / mention that pie you rush
ahead as usual, and jump all the hur-
dies before you get to EN-. What l
said was that cherry pie would be-"
And because | try to please you
and tell Gussie to fix one you insult
mel" 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 hurriedly.
Mr.. Adams suddenly relaxed his fea,
lures and smiled YEARLY.
Let the Internal pie go" he said
Mrs. Adams sighed.
why should 1t be let go?" she de-
nnanded For goodness sake, what
ails you? Upon my word, / cannot
understand the processes of your
mind, Frank. Only you can hardly
know more about cooking than | do,
you know. If 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
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 of the substantial but i'm
portant PORTION of 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 l tell you, Minnie, the
cherries amt right. They were
cooked"
The meal was finished in a 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, |
filling 1t with stewed cherries Mr.. |
Adams said that probably 1t 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
Gussie, that's the main part"
mot in our pies" said he, stubborn
y. THE cherries all soak up. Now,
honest, haven't you been kidding me?
pies had cooked cherries In 'em,
sure"
Mrs. Adams protested.
ITS the oven, them" she decided.
1T doesn't go right"
Get a pound of cherries, stone 'em
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
nassed in red profusiOn, as he had d.
'ected When the last sample was pro-
unfit for consumption, Mrs.
Adams went to the kitchen and con-
suited with Gussie. They awaited Mr..
Adams departure, then went into a
bedroom and there, giggling, they took
1 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 50
nuch," said Mr.. Adams, cheerfnlly.
The pastry lattice work showed the
'ipe, shiny cherries beneath It.
There" said Mr. Adams. AT last.
That pies right. Gimme a big piece,
ID stake my life you've hit it, and you
ought to be glad l told you"
He began to eat.
At the first bite his mien became
See; we should have cooked EN-"
his wife. You don't like
t."
Eyes, do" said he, flercely.
One large slice was downed.
'T-guess that'll be enough" he
family