The Lexington intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1901-1949, 1913-09-05
The MOUSE TRAP
Another Proof That Ais Well
That Ends Well, in the
Course of True Love.

busting tine sitting room ana aN-
senmindcdly 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 Wall
find a beaten path 10 his door even
though he live in the midst Of a for
est" Jane rercad the lines again
and again, and finally her eyes wan
dered to the garden, which stretched
in coIorful beauty beyond the win
dow. She remained i%mmoyable 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, and then she
opened the old mahogany desk, IN
the far corner, and began to add mp
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 had never revealed
TO her mother that there was cempar-
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 ont 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 th,
hedge into the garden, her Thoughts
concentrating themselves on a plal
by means Of which the family Golfer
could be reflled. The quotation
from Emerson required to her an.
she repeated it softly while gather
ing a bouquet Of spice pinks. "Sinc
! cannot make %mousetraps, | sha
have to substitute something els'
Now what can | do we'll?
Nothing but baking. My pie
cookies and layer cakes are alwa1
delicious and sell readily at Il
church fairs, so from now on | sha
supply anyone who cares to buy n
wares" These were the thoughts
Jane as she pulled one pink after a
other until the bed was almost shoI
of its fragrant treasure. She buriC
her face in the cool blossoms and r
entered the house to minister to h
mothers needs.
The next day Jane wrote notes
her friends informing them hat S
would fill any orders to furni
pastry for parties, picnics or for &c
eral use. She also asked the po
master to recommend her to the c,
tagers who came to Hillside duri
the summer months.
One morning the postmast
while handing her the mail, sal
"Miss Jane, there's an artist livi
in the Porter bungalow and he v
be glad to have you serve him W
pies and cakes. lie wants bread al
50 if you can spare him a loaf n
and then he will be glad to buy it.
told him how you couldn't be bea
when it comes to baking, SO the n
time you make pies or cakes bear h
in mind"
Thank you, Mr.. Martin, | sha
smiled Jane as she took the seve
letters, which proved to be orders
That afternoon she packed a sn
basket containing a loaf of bread
rhubarb pie and some cookies,
%structing little Jimmy Case to de
er them at the Porter bungalow.
Two days later Jane, in a
bingham frock and white app
with sleeves rolled above her elbC
was rolling out the yellow dough
sugar cookies when a man stood
the doorway and timidly knocl
will you come in, please p
Jane. "My hands are covered v
four and | dare not open the doc.
The man responded to her req
and entered the kitchen. 81 knoc
several times at the front door
getting no response, decided to ia.
chance on coming to the back.
see, | knew some n was here,
there is no Disgusting the odol