Bisbee daily review. [volume] (Bisbee, Ariz.) 1901-1971, 1912-11-15

II was. The steak was broiled 10
perfection. the biscuits were so iaky
that even Mrs Wilton was astounded.
The coffee had percolsted itself into
some sort of nectar
Say. young lady" Wilton remark
ed as he buttered hts fifth biscuit,
this is a dinner that must have been
inspired Why" helping himself to
more steak and mushrooms. cts a
regular poem,"
ooh. this isn't what l call regular
dinner" declared Mrs. Wilton. dim
pling. 81 got in rather late from Mrs.
Bentley's this afternoon and so l
didn't fuss But tomorrow we are
going TO have a dinner that will take
your breath away. | have the outline
Of it already in my mind. and you
may bring that Mr.. Ridgely home
with you If you want to-"
well, II you can beat this dinner
you're a wonder OF course. I'll
bring Ridgely. I've ben advising him
TO get married when he's kicked about
boarding house meals. and a meal
like this one will certainly clinch my
arguments"
Directly after Wilton's departure
the next morning Mrs Wilton sat
down and put the outline of the din
ner en- paper. Everything worked ont
so smoothly and looked so well when
written down that she felt as If the
dinner was already half prepared.
Her mind was easy when she pick
ed up one Of the new magazines. The
stories were interesting. When final
" she turned from them she discoy--
cred that 1t was 100 late to get sew
eral Of the dinner essentials in time
for them to be prepared properly.
With a good deal Of reluctance she
rearranged the dinner. As she was
on her way to the telephone 10 order
the new dinner materials the door
opened and Mary Powers ran in, daz-
zling in her bridal finery and fresh
from a European honeymoon.
The sunny afternoon melted awag
and when Mary Powers had vanished
young Mrs. Wilton stood in the mid
die OF the floor and an awful forebod-
ing flooded her soul. She had forgot
ten for the second time to order the
makings OF that dinner.
One wild look at the clock told her
that the last delivery boy had gone
on his last round. There wasn't even
time for her to dress and run out aft
er the necessary things.
sick fear came upon her and she
whispered hoarsely: There's not a
thing in the house,"
Her feet were dead weights, her
head was incapable Of thought and
her hands moved necessarily in mad
dening purposelessness.
Away up on the emergency shelf,
where in a spirit Of joking security
her husband had put them, was the
proverbial can of salmon and the
pound of prunes. In the icebox were
four sad little chops And she baked
biscuits. sad little biscuits, and cake.
a pitiful-looking cake. It was then
past dinner time.
She arranged this narrowing feast,
turned the lights low and waited
When an hour that seemed eternity
had slipped away and her head was
throbbing like a dynamo the door
opened gently and a conscience
stricken Wilton ppeared--alone.
Where's Mr. Ridgelv2" asked Mrs.
Wilton in a far-sway voice.
why. you see. Bess, well, I'm
frightfully sorry that / forgot about
your magnificeHt spread tonight. but
had ns-out-of-town caller-Cheney.
you know. my best customer--sad
forgot about time. We missed my
regular Train. and Cheney couldn't
stay over. so didn't try to get home.
We had supper in a restaurant. I'm
awfully sorry. girl. but"
Mrs. Wilton began TO clear the Ia
BILE with cheerful rapidity
Never mind" she said. ct worked
nre4fv hard ovar this dinner hut ~