Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1913-09-23
TIVE MOUSE TRAP
Another Proof That AIS Well
That Ends Well, In the
Course Of True Love.

busting the sitting room and abb
sentmindedly took a book from the
table. Seating herself in the chintz-
covered chair by the window, she
opened the book at random and
these words met her gaze: "The man
who makes the best mousetrap will
find a beaten path to his door even
though he live in the midst of for
est" Jane rercad the lines again
and again, and finally her eyes wan
dered to the garden, which stretched
in colorful beauty beyond the win
dow. She remained immovable for
several minutes engaged in deep
thought, and then a voice softly
called her name. She dropped the
book and FASTENED to answer the
summons of her invalid mother 1t
was many hours before Jane returned
to the sitting room, ard then she
opened the old mahogany desk, in
the far corner, and began TO add up
the bills which had arrived in the
mornings mail. Since the death of
her father, two years previous, Jane
had assumed the responsibilities of
the household and bad never revealed
10 her mother that there was compar-
atively little money remaining in the
bank after the funeral expenses had
been paid. She sighed as she placed
the three figures, representing the
doctors bill, to the column, added it
up carefully and then wrote out the
checks. When this was completed
she gave the little boy next door a
bright new penny to post them.
Jane was only twenty-five, un-
usually pretty and possessed of
naturally buoyant nature that knew
no quelling. She passed through the
hedge into the garden, her thoughts
concentrating themselves on a plan
by means of which the family Golfers
could be refilled. The quotation
from Emerson required to her and
she repeated it softly while gather
ing a bouquet of spice pinks. "Since
| can@ot make mousetraps, I shall
have 70 substitute something else.
Now what can | 90 we'll?
Nothing but baking. My pies,
cookies and layer cakes are always
delicious and sell readily at the
church fairs, so from now on shall
supply anyone who cares to buy my
wares" These were the thoughts of
Jane as she pulled one pink after an
other until the bed was almost shorn
Of its fragrant treasure. She buried
her face III the cool blossoms and re-
entered the house to minister to her
mothers needs.
The next day Jane wrote notes to
her friends informing them that she
would fill any orders to furnish
pastry for parties, picnies or for gen.
eral use. She also asked the post
master to recommend her to the cot !
tagers who came to Hillside during
the summer months.
One morning the postmaster.
while handing her the mail, said
Miss Jane, there's an artist living
in the Porter bungalow and he will
be glad to have YOU serve him with
pies and cakes. He wants bread also,
so if you can spare him a loaf now
and then he will be glad to buy it. |
told him how you couldn't be beaten
when it comes to baking, so the next
time you make pies or cakes bear him
in mind"
Thank you, Mr.. Martin, l SHALL"
smiled Jane as she took the several
letters, which proved to be orders.
That afternoon she packed a small
basket containing a loaf Of bread, a
rhubarb pie and some cookies, in
structing little Jimmy Case to deliv-
er them at the Porter bungalow.
Two days later Jane, in a blue
Bingham frock and white apron,
with. sleeves rolled above her elbows.
was rolling out the yellow dough for
cookies when a man stood in
the doorway and timidly Knocked.
"Will you come in, please?" said
Jane. My hands are covered with
flour and / dare not open the door"
The man responded to her request
and entered the kitchen. 81 knocked
several times at the front door and. |
getting 10 response, decided to take a