The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1909-04-15

on Moon run. He had seen her many
times: he had even been very near her.
for he had suddenly become most reg
ular in his church attendance. but with
squire at the front. there had been
no hope for him.. Now. however. they
We're far away: the thought exhil-
arated him. He plunged into the work
looking. And if she were. she saw a
ngoodly sight: the great, square-shoul-
dered fellow Juggling away at the big
boxes and bureaus. and holding his end
against two men on the other.
Once he ventured into the Kitchen
for a drink of water, and found tho
room fairly quivering with energy; 1T
seemed full of women.
Come. no men folks allowed here.
o Mnre mdrk'n Tbe IN he was s Rone w WAS hen In
voice, and there was fun and mischief.
1t set the room into q merry burst.
which somehow confused him nightly.
But I want some water"
ooh, you do. All right, here you are"
She scooped a cup into the water
bucket and like a flash showered him
with 1t. Then she laughed again.
There, you've got it; now skip. Run
where you belong. or We'll take hot
water to you" He hesitated. but there
was nothing else to do.
Here" she called. as he was turn
ing toward the door. Here's a dipper.
Catch!" She threw it with a deft
swing. and he caught it in one land.
dispose you try the cistern. There's
where we get our water. Goodby."
Goodbye" he echoed In puzzled
tone; then he retreated awkwardly
amid much laughter from around the
sizzling stove.
AT eleven exactly the bell on tho
kifohar rOof haOar tn iorplo WILDLY
Dinner was on time, and the men.
dropping everything on the instant.
swarmed into the house a motley
crowd with coats Off and shirt sleeves
rolled high. Just inside they encount-
cred Mrs. Tressler, who, nervous and
excited. was running hither and thither
as If demented.
Here, Uncle Jake" she was calling
1erkily. you take this here chair
Wu m, Abe and ns IL Lem ns, yoa set right
q place for you still. Thar! INC the
rest of yeh, Lord! set anywhere you
get a chance wunst. Thar" She made
a side plunge for the stove where three
nervous women We're scooping up vari-
Gus things out of pot and kettle, re-
pounded like q rubber ball to the sink.
where Rose and another We're peeling
potatoes, then spun about and delivered
a sweeping order:
Hurry up, quick. now" she gasped.
<ulSh"ll1CJ &c A1lcA SUE
swirled in a siding futter around the
table like a June bug about a lamp.
The great rafting and scraping OF
chairs and feet as the men took their
places was succeeded by a sepulchral
hush.
"Uncle Jacob, will you invoke the d.
vine blessing?" Dams voice sounded
solemn and funeral. The old man arose
and In quavering tones went through
with the formula. Then the meal was
Fall right to. boys. and do your
darndest. 1 can't wait on yeh; I've
gut my hands full right here. Let 'er
CO."
"An right. Dan" Joined in Amos.
Here goes; sail in boys. Don't let all
this good stuff phaze We. You hain't
no idee what you car do jest by takin'
one mouthful at a time"
Amos was in his element. Good cook
ing was his chief theme at a dinner
like this. and he was at his best.
dr sssy; n Voice. he sYo Sef batch II have a g Sish
f%ailin's. out you're all right when 1T
comes to vittles. Why, take 1t on
spreads, you beat the whole world and
Center county. l never set down to a
least i've spreads. And they're all good
too, and SOS your scrapple. and liver
urst, and ponhoss, and schnitts-and-
knepff-say, Mary Ann, this is the best
schnitts-and-knepfr l ever put into my
old head. Pass her up again. DAN"
IT reckon we can cook schnitts-and-
knepff still" Uttered the mistress with
~pardonable pride.
There. now. there's another thing
1 like about you Dutch he went on
garrulously. when you set down to
q meal of vittles in a Dutch kitchen the
wimmen folks all pitch right in and tell
you how plaguey good everything is.
1t fairly makes your mouth water
whether you're hungry or not. and you
eat like sin before you fairly know it.
Take a Yankee woman now, she'll say
nine times out of ten. even If her din
ner is right up perfect: There now.
I'm ashamed to death over this here
dinner. " he'd terrible bad luck, and
there amt a thing fit to eat.'" He
initiated in high falsetto voice q COM
planning oma after she's done
runnin' her stuff down you hain't got
no more appetite h a a mousse
"Oh. chimminy: that's easy" Ulie
was chuckling nightly. Reason why
Yankee women runs down their vittles
still is cause they don't know how
to cook anything that's decent. Helm?
Yar-r-r! e-e-e-e-e! oh, my! say, Amos,
give us somesing hard a'ready." a
great laugh rolled about the tables. The
man Strengthened instantly.
CONTINUED Next Week.l