The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1911-03-17
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piece Of toast
~Piggy-wigtn responded the three
months bride. contemptuolaiy. Vet
It is something to eat. but you're no
going 70 get Il until Sunday morning
It's Wames The three months
bride folded her small hands IN be-
lap ana heamed proudly upon her re
cent acquisition IN the matrimonial
line
Whewl" whistied Tom. who was Al
ways properly appreciatiye. Did yol
ever made any, Pudger
No. said the three months bride
but have perfectly lovely set Of
waf4e irons thar one of the girls gave
me at my kitchen shower. and I'm
Just crazy to use them"
The young wife rose half an hour
earlier than usual the next Sunday
morning She spread out the cook
book on the table
Two eggs. she chanted to her.
self s1t doesn't say whether 10 beat
them separately or not. but want
these 10 Be the finest wafies that ever
we're, so III beat them separately
she broke the eggs into two dishes.
hHmmlng q little song as she did So.
Then she leaned again over her cali
nary guide. philosopher and friend
"'One cup Of sour milk. she read
Now. there's your sour milk Half
tesspoonful OF salt There's YOUR
salt Flour to make good batter.
Oh. dear. I do hate recipes that don't
tell exactly how much to put in. Half
teaspoonfnl soda I'm always afraid
10 use soda, SO III just use baking pow
der instead, for IT'S SO much safer X
doesn't say which thing 70 put il first,
50 III just pat them all In at once.
Have the waf8e irons sizzling hot as
soon as your batter Is ready why,
the batter's an ready and haven't
begun to heat the irons
She hustled around and presently
an odor of weii-coOkea fr0nware began
to on the room. The young wife
dampened a finger and applied II
dsintiiy to the outside Of the wafle
iron
'Pssfs" the wanle iron remarked.
n guess you're hot enough. SAID
the young wife, happily. This halter
looks rather queer and bubbly. Nut
suppose It's all right Now. here
goes
she carefully opened the irons and
deposited spoonful Of batter III
each receptacle. Then she closed them
ahd waited a few minutes An odor
Of neatly browning wafies and very
smelly waffle irons rose 10 her Dostrils
and gradually filled the room. A wor.
ried crease began to show on her
smooth forehead.
She took hasty peep at the cook
book. but il vas unrelentingiy silent
on the subject An od0r OF burning
drew her back to the stove She took
hold Of the handle Of the iron on the
northeast corner and tried gently to
raise fl It refused TO move Then
she gave It little jerk. Still there
was no response. She gave II stiII
more decided Jerk and the iron open
cd with suddenness that can be as.
cribed only TO the total depraTity OF
inanimate things
II opened its Jaws with vicious
pop and then shut them again with
clap that made the young wife
dance away from the stove and cover
both eyes with her hands under the
impression thar they we're full Of red
hot batter n the rebound she came
up against the pan Of batter and IL
fell to the floor with crash. BY THIS
time The room was filled with the
pnngeat smell Of burning wafies
With the one Idea II her mind n
avoiding the catastrophe of haA ng
her living room curtains permeafeG
With the awful odor, the Young vie
seized the hot iron with her bare
hand
At this crucial moment the little
demons that preside over such annoy
Ing affairs moved Tom. the large and
innocent. 10 open the door Ignorant
that the situation was explosive in a
high degree, he called, ioyialiy:
Breakfast ready. Pudgeg'
Driven 10 frenzy by the sight OF the
immaculate and seif-satisfied looking
masculine thing, the roung wife gave
Wild unhuman below. Then she
deliberately kicked the Offending waf
fe iron to the other side OF the room.
In terrible crAes We sometimes
hate almost preternatural intuitions.
Toms behavior upon this occasion
was aimost nncanny fn fts intelligence
He spoke no word. be made no orer
of resistance He beat hasfv re-.
treat. while the once happy bride
fung furious words after him.
II hate you. she cried. and 7 hate
and ioathe being married. desplse
won aud everything In this house ana
] wish had died before I saw you,s
Then with a final llttie soueai she
threw The spoon which she held IN her
hand at Toms fetreafing back. but Il
merely crashed into the wall and fefI
npon the floor with a clatfer she
gave il a parting kick which sent II
under the sink. then she fed out og
fh4 tffrhon frfo her rurr. .,....,.