The enterprise-recorder. (Madison, Fla.) 1908-1933, 1910-02-03

"a good day TO cultivate your spirit
and mortify the flesh" was Mr.. Hig-
gins comment as he pulled vigorously
at weeds -.
Mrs. Higgins blazed up. While en-
broidering, she had been thinking
some. why don't you stand up and
say you won't have it? That llelens
got to stop, and it's your house and
you don't want it, and your wife
but don't suppose you'd consider me-
Helen must do just as she wants, but
lots of things | want TO do, you don't
want me to-
What things?" asked the matter-of-
fact Mr.. Higgins.
why, can't think off hand, but
lots of things. Anyhow, you just let
your sister run over you. ! believe
you're afraid of herr"
you would be If you knew her as
well as do" replied Mr.. Higgins seri-
ously, Then, taking pity Of his poor,
distracted wife, he added, "Ill bet you
a five pound box that this will end
Helen's experimenting on us!"
well, said Mrs, Higgins, who had
not thought of this before, somewhat
Modified, anyhow, you ought to stop
such proceeding as this"
I'm going to stop the whole blessed
business, There is more than one way
to skin a--skunk!" And broad grin
ran over his face.
Dinner is ready" came in even
tones from the door Mr.. and Mrs.
Higgins went down into a house that
was well filled with the odorous skunk
smell, and found the fried red skunk
arranged on a platter with dumplings,
If you please and "a thickened gravy.
"Whew," said Mr. Higgins TO him.
self, when he saw the dumplings, "Hel-
en- is game to the endw
After they had sat down to their
game dinner, Helen said.
II made the dumplings because
there did not seem to be enough meat
to go around
Mr.. Higgins, with greatest difficulty,
checked half way the biggest laugh
he'd had coming to him for many
day, He served the dinner.
TITS unfortunate that this smell got
through the house, for really the meat
does not smell at all or only the tiniest
bit" for Helen was honest.
Have you tried it? Have you
tasted it?" pressed her brother seeing
her hesitate
"Why, yes, well, no, not really, but
l will now" and Helen took a very
tiny bit Of meat and tasted it. Then
she nibbled the top of a dumping.
FINEST meat you ever ate?" inquir-
ed her brother, heartlessly
well, it's really all right; it real
ly is, Tom; if it wasn't for this"
81 understand, sis, too much flavor.
But how about that club dinner
where the swells ate it and liked 1t
so well till they knew what it was?"
pursued Mr.. Higgins.
I'm afraid didn't really know how
to cook It. There probably is a way
to cook it to make it a palatable dish
as well as an economical one" This
was a great concession for Helen.
Tom, meanwhile, had discovered
that the dumplings had apparently not
been cooked in the same kettle with
the skunk meat, and was busily eating
the tops off them. Being an optimis.
tic fellow he was thankful for the
tops Of dumpllngs Mrs Higgins talk
ed fluently and ate nothing, but cut
off little pieces with many an inside
SILVER, and fed the cat under the table.
She also noted but said nothing, that
Helen herself ate none Of her game
dinner. Mr.. Higgins also observed
this fact, chuckling inwardly down to
his toes, After the dumplings had been
all decapitated by Mr. Higgins, his sis
ter cleared the table and brought in
o spanking big Indian pudding with
generous pitcher Of cream. This help
ed the game dinner wonderfully and
by the time that Mr.. Higgins got
through with that pudding even his
wife thought he would be safe until
tea time
So ended the game dinner which no
one ate, but not its fame, for that
grew, and spread far, as it was ask
ing altogether too much of Mr.. Higgins
to keep such think to himself.-Hart-
ford Courant.
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