The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1908-08-27
Ed Mott in New York ST.

more than anyone else about it," said
Mrs. Adams coldly.
Mr.. Adams waggled his head sorrow
fully.
Nobody he said, slowly, with an If
ritated eve 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 'em. What 1 said
was that a Cherry pie would be"
"And because l 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 hurriedly.
Mr.. Adams suddenly relaxed his fea-
lures and smiled YEARLY.
LET the informal pie CO." he said.
Mrs. Adams sighed.
why should it be let go?' she de-
manded. 'For goodness sake, what ails
you? Upon ms word, l cannot under
stand thu processes of your mind, Frank.
Only you can hardly know more about
cooking than l co, you know. 1t you
mean that your mother made pies with
there are pies aLd pies"
Adams. made 70 pies The servants
made 'cm. You told Gussie to cook the
cherries. Well. may be a fool, but,
by gosh! you don't cook , ,em, madame!
/ They're put in raw--raw!
Mrs. Adams smiled this time. She
made it an induIgent smile that would
Dr'ckle AMI burn him.
''All right, dearest" she said sooth-
ingly. 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 cher
ries in his pie" she said. He wants
! them raw
! Gussie bowed, with dignity.
''Yessum," she answered.
Mr.: Adams read his paper, for they
were at breakfast.
II see Colin starts again today he
remarked. pretty soft for Keene.
She'll have that pie for dinner,
Frank" said Mrs. Adams, apparently
not interested in racing matters.
Mr. Adams reached his home at 6 p.
m. His wife was seated in the drawing
room, looking over the magazine.
Here's a man who's written story
on what's become of the old-fashioned
shortcake," she said. ''Dear me, what
lunatics men are. This story is abso-
lutely silly
Probably" said Mr.. Adams, defend
ing his kind, when he inquired about
it his wife bawled him out"
Il hope she did," was the answer.
| Mr.. Adams adventured to the kitchen,
presumably to obtain glass of cold
water! While Turing q bottle of spring
warer from tn icebox he saw pie. 1t
was on top of the icebox. A lattice-work
effect in well-browned pastry gave
glimpse of a deep red interior.
They've made it, he exulted.
Watched by the eyes of the ladies of
the household, Mr.. Adams hastily dis
posed of the substantial but important
portion of his dinner and happily an
nounced that he was ready for pie.
lie tried it.
'Well?" queried his wife. Despite her
well puton air of unconcern, it was
only too evident that she did care lit
tie al out his opinion.
You want to know my honest feel
ing" he asked. "Well, this pies soggy.
And | tell you, Minnie, the cherries amt
right. They were cooked"
The meal was finished in a dreary 81
lence.
In the kitchen only the smash of crock
cry sounded Gussie was angered. Il
thought it was very nice pie, said Mrs.
Adams an hour later
Mr.. Adams yawned.
1--WE better cut out the pies" was all
he replied. That night he claimed that
the pie had made him ill.
The pioneer pie had been concocted or
raw cherries. They made another, filled
with stewed fresh cherries. Mr.. Adams
said that probably if 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"
"Not in our pies," said he stubborn
lly. "The cherries all soak up. Now
These pies had cooked cherries IN 'em
sure"
Mrs. Adams protested.
Its the oven. them" she decided. 1T
don't go right"
Get a pound of cherries, stone 'em
and throw 'em in with some sugar. said
he authoritatively. "The pie'll 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 directed.
When the last sample was pronounced
unfit for consumption Mrs. Adams Went
to the kitchen and consulted with Gus
sic. They awaited Mr.. Adams departure,
then went into bedroom and there
and began shipping at what 1T held.
That's plenty said Gussie.
At dinner the cherry pie came on.
These haven't been cooked so much,
said Mrs. Adams, cheerfully.
The pastry lattice work showed the