Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1910-08-11
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1T simply can't be a failure de-
clared young Mrs. Drake. Il always
make II when | want to be absolutely
sure of achieving success. No mat.
ter how you box 1t up It tastes just as
good. Do try It,"
"You said two cups of four?" quer-
led the newly engaged girl, reaching
for paper and pencil. And only a
half cup Of milk? II is economical,
too, isn't it? oh, am so Interested
You know have so much TO learn
about cooking"
1T certainly is economical" said
young Mrs. Drake. Then 1t is such a
relief not to have to keep the whole
| house at certain temperature and
not to have to walk around on tiptoe
to prevent the cake from falling in
the over Be sure to use brown sugar
and piece of butter the size of an
egg"
Il have written all that" said the
engaged girl, jotting down the items
on her sheet of paper. Now last Of
all come the dates and pecans.
mustn't forget them. I'm going home
at once and make a cake. You must
come over this evening for a game of
bridge and ] will serve it as a sur
prise"
Don't forget to beat 1t we'll" ad
monished young Mrs. Drake. And be
sure to flour the nuts"
You're such a dearl" cried Hor-
tense, Enthusiastically, bestowing a
hub on her friend. 81 just know that
Tom will be too surprised for any
thing. Come over tonight without
fail and hear what he says"
Hortense announced to her mother
when she arrived home, I'm going to
make a cake all by myself It's the
kind that can't possibly fail and 1t
tastes just as good no matter how you
box it up"
Downing a large apron, she proceed
ed to take possession of the kitchen.
With careful precision, after much
weighing and measuring, Hortense
finally poured the rich, dark batter
into the pan. She wasn't quite sure
as to the heat of the oven, but she
lowered around anxiously with flushed
cheeks for the prescribed half-hour.
1t was with thrill of triumph that
she finally lifted out the delicious
smelling golden-brown cake and depos-
tied it on the table. Later she tele-
phoned young Mrs. Drake that the
cake was a glorious success.
When Tom arrived at Hortense's
house that evening the engaged couple
and the brakes began their game of
bridge. Hortense made a failure of
her playing, for most of the time she
was watching the clock, being impa-
tient for the moment to arrive when
she had directed the maid to serve.
When she trumped her partners ace
Tom mildly asked her if she was anx-
lou for them to go. Hortense replied
merrily that on the contrary she was
waiting for something to appear.
A little later when they all went
into the dining-room Hortense an
nounced with pride that her first cake
was before them. Mrs. Drake had the
honor of cutting it.
IT'S beauty" commented Tom, en-
Enthusiastically. Il put in my applica-
ton now for a second slice"
Greedy thing" said the delighted
Hortense.
Young Mrs. Drake, with much cere-
mony, poised the knife and then let
it descend through the soft, white
icing. The knife sunk little way
into the cake and then suddenly
stopped.
Young Mrs. Drake sawed in a pc
culiar way for a moment. Then she
withdrew the knife and inserted it in
another part of the cake. The same
saving motion was employed and
gritty sound under the knife edge
made Hortense's eager face turn Grim
son. Young Mrs. Drake withdrew the
knife, visibly embarrassed.
What is the matter?" broke out
Hortense, unable to restrain herself
any longer. why doesn't 1t cut?"
Why" faltered young Mrs. Drake,
I'm so sorry, but think you forgot
mean didn't tell you-to stone the
dates!"
Tears rushed into Hortenses eyes,
while Tom valiantly restrained
strong impulse to double up with
laughter.
We'll, let's break it into pieces" he
suggested. I'll eat it stones and ALL"
When the brakes had gone Hor. |
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