Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-04-18
CHAPTER vi.
rbe Resurrection Razoo.

n n oST parties are Just punches of
MI selfish people who go off in the
corners and have good times
all by themselves, but In Hillsporo'
Tennessee. it is not that way. Every
body that is not invited helps the
hostess get ready and have nice
things for the others, and sometimes
I think they really have dhe pest
time of all.
This morning Aunt Bette came up
my front steps before breakfast with
large basketful of things for my
dinner and wondered what l
would have collected to be served
to those people by the time all
my neighbors had made their prize
contributions. 1t took Aunt Bette
and Judy a half-hour to unpack her
things and set them in the refrigera-
tor and on the pantry shelves. one
was a plump fruit-cake that had peen
keeping company in tight poS Win
a sponge soaked in sherry for ever
since New Years. 1t was ripe, OF
smelled so. 1t made me gnaW under
my belt.
A little later Judy was exclaiming
over two ear-old ham that nao
been sirnmered in port and larded
with egg dressing. when Mrs John-
son came In and began to unpack her
basket, which was mostly bottles OF
things she said she used to stick
food. The ginger-eolored barber got
the run of them before the dinner
was over and got badly stuck, SO JUDY
says That's what made him make
the mistake.
| had planned to have a lot OF
strange food and had ordered some
things up from a caterer in the city,
but | telephoned the express man not
TO deliver them until The next day.
even If they did spoil How could |
use soft-shelled crabs when Mrs.
Wade had sent me word that she was
going to bake some brook trout by
recipe of the judges grandmother
Mrs. Hampton Buford had let me
know about two fat little summer tur-
keys she was going to stuff with
corn-pone and green sage, and fillet
mignon seemed foolish eating beside
them. But when the little bit of a
baby pig, roasted whole with an APP
pie in it's mouth, looking too frisky
and innocent for worlds with his little
baked tail curled up in the air, ar
rived from Mrs. Caruthers Cain, ]
went into the garden and laughed at
the idea of having spent money for
Holsters, to be shipped alive and to be
served broiled in their own shells.
When | got back in the kitchen
things were we'll under way, every
thing smelling grand, and Aunt Bet
tie in full swing matching up my din
ner guests.
Nobody in this town could suit me
better than Pet Buford for a daugh-
ter n-law and | believe I'll have all
the east rooms done over in blue
chintz for her / think that would be
the best thing to set off her blue eyes
and corn silk hair" she was saying
as sho cut orange peel into strips.
you've planned the refurnishing of
that east wing to suit the style OF
nearly every girl in Hillsboro since
Tom put on long trousers, Bette Pol
lard, and they are just as they have
been for fifteen years since you did
over the whole house." said Mrs.
Johnson as she poured wine-glass
half full from one bottle and added
tablespoonful from another.
"Well, I think he Is really interest
ed now from the way he danced most
of his time with her down at the hotel
the other night, and ! have hopes
never had before. Now. Molly do put
him between you and her, sort OF
cornered, so he can't even see Ruth
Chester She is too old for him.
And Toms mother looked at me over
the orange peel as to confederate.
"Humph, I'd like to see you or Molly
or any woman corner Tom Pollard
said Mrs. Johnson with a wry smile
as she tasted the connection In the
e-glass
II have to put him at the end
Of the table because he is nay
kinsman and the only lost rye got
at present, Aunt Bette" I said
regretfully. always take every
chance to rub in Toms and my re-
lationship of Aunt Bette, so she
won't notice our Irritation.