Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1910-01-12
MAKING
MO N E Y

Mrs Samuels, who lived next door
and was almost constantly without a
cook, suggested to Mrs. Henshaw
that she might lay the foundation of
a fortune by making cakes, pies and
doughnutS for her friends. Mrs. Sam
uels had known q woman who had
made hundreds Of dollars by filling
small orders for such things.
"Why don't you try it?" she had
wound up enthusiastically I'D order
a dozen doughnuts and two pies from
you every week myself, and I'd glad
ly pay 20 cents dozen for the dough
nuts and 25 cents apiece for the pies"
Mrs. Henshaw's eyes opened wide.
And could get orders from other
people. couldn't II" she Queried. Il
do believe I'll try"
Thus it was that Henshaw, coming
home rather late Saturday afternoon,
found his wife up to the elbows in
cookery for the neighbors.
"Whew-ew-ew!" he whistled. "Have
yOu undertaken to supply the whole
town."
Mrs. Henshaw sighed a little weari-
~. II do begin to wish hadn't tried
to do so much she said, "but I think
it's going to be a great success. l
have orders for five dozen doughnuts
and IL pies. That means four dollars,
Just in one day"
&11x H. - -
materials?" asked Henshaw with dis
heartening practicability.
His wife's face fell. 81 never
thought about that" she faltered. do
you suppose that will make very much
difference?"
There was a suspicion of tears in
her eyes and Henshaw kissed the tip
Of a fioury ear.
Don't bother about that" he said.
Count it all clear gain, but don't
make yourself sick over it."
Tuesday night, when he came home,
Mrs. Henshaw was rather subdued
during the early part Of the dinner,
and when the time for serving dessert
arrived Henshaw was surprised to see
her rise to clear away the dishes.
Where's Sophy?" he asked.
"Sophy's gone" Mrs. Henshaw ex-
planned "She said she wasn't used
to working for people who ran
bakeries"
HenShaw said nothing. He merely
looked at his wife whimsfcally, and
when she returned from her second
trip into the kitchen she looked back
at him bravely and laughed.
II think TIL give it up" she said.
"There are difficulties in the way that
/ didn't take into account"
For some weeks Mrs. Henshaw was
too busy cooking for her own family
to worry very much about the future,
but by the time she had paid for the
extra groceries which had been re-
quired to carry on the bakery business
she was once more anxious to join the
great ranks of the working women.
One evening her husband came home
to find her porting over book about
squads.
1--WE have the space, Howard, dear"
she explained, land all we need is a
coop and some squads"
"All right" said Henshaw. 'Ill sup
ply the coop if you'll provide the
SQUADS and the brain work for the en-
terprise'
The coop that Mrs. Henshaw had
him buy seemed large to Henshaw,
but she explained that it was cheaper
in the end to buy large one, as they
would need all the room they could
e.
erward she bought six pairs Of
pigeons.
"They were nice BIRDS" Henshaw
said sadly to a friend some weeks
later, "and they bore up wonderfully
considering all the experiments tried
on them in the way of food. However,
at last they got discouraged and died.
We never knew what was the matter
with them. They just died, quietly
and inconspicuously, one after an
other"
The sight of that empty coop cut
Mrs. Henshaw to the heart every time
she looked at it. 1t was full not only
of the ghosts of departed SQUADS but
of dead hopes as well. However, after
the lapse of several weeks she de-
cided to fill the coop with chickens
and sell the eggs and young broilers,
and her hopes sprung up as lively as
ever
The hens laid with such generosity
that Mrs Henshaw's purse actually
grew perceptibly fatter. Her frs
brood of chicks were the pride of her
heart. AS they gradually lost their in
FAINT fluff1ness and developed from
NANCY horrors into plump little broil-
ers, she could almost hear the coins
rafting into her savings bank. One
Saturday morning she announced to
Henshaw that she had made her first
sale.
''Mrs. Samuels wants Brownie for
her Sunday dinner" she said tri
umphantly. "Will you kill him?"
'tOf course" said Henshaw. "I'll do
il as soon as l get home tonight"