The Wahpeton times. [volume] (Wahpeton, Richland County, Dakota [N.D.]) 1879-1919, 1908-01-02
..Those Apple
.Thin9umies''
y WILLIAM LINCOLN sAlcn
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(Copyright.)

Green Gables glowed with mellow
warmth in the sunshine of bright
November morning. Katy had un.
locked the front door, taken in the
morning paper, brushed dining-room
and stairs in the dim gray of dawn,
and set the table for breakfast. That
meal dispatched, Mr.. Sloane and Rich
ard had departed for the city, leaving
Olney, the younger son, briskly chas-
ing ball :.5out the tennis court. No
more charming villa lifted a pointed
roof among the bare branches that
morning in all Suburbia.
"'Statie!" cried Olney to his sister,
as she passed the sitting-room win
dow. come out and play set-the
sharp air will do you good"
But Statira Sloane answered only
with hurried shake of the head.
She was fastening at the call of her
mother, whose sharp tone evinced not
only the habit of command and the
expectation of obedience, but an un-
usual lack of poise, even for the mis-
tress of q household on the eve of
entertaining holiday guests.
Eyes, mamma; coming!" answered
the daughter. What is the matter?"
She found Mrs. Sloane in 'consulte-
ton with the cook, but not in an
amiable mood.
1T is a triumph of matter over
mind" complained her mother. MARY
has been cooking for Thanksgiving
for a 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
Their is going to bring Uncle Chester
home with him for Thanksgiving"
Eyes, but don't see what differ
ence that makes. Why not set just
about such a luncheon as we usually
have?"
1T 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, I still see no dificulty.
The pantry is packed with full-grown
Thanksgiving pies of all denomina-
TONS"
That's They're all full-grown.
Even If it must be pie, one wants
something dainty and delicate for
luncheon. Something"
Il see! Something like those de-
licious little apple tars they have at
the Woman's Educational and Indus:
trial union. I'll go 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 short chat they set 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, I should say
not! AS much of a globe.trotter as
have been for 20 years, and as many
and various vile foreign connections
as l 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
pies! Eth, Roberto
Il never knew you had an Aunt
Addie." cried Mrs. Sloane, with 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 were 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 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.
Eat the Woman's Educational and
Industrial union"
I'LL show you where the place u.s."
boldly volunteered Olney.
A golden-haired girl sat behind the