The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1914-04-01
Married Life the Third Year

masam. You better skim It off and mia
your mustard right
Helen carefully skinned off The
/ yellow particles. then measured the
mustard, turmeFic and flour In 8
small bowl and with half a pint Of
washer made it into paste.
COOKING THE PICKLE.
You'll have to watch that, ma'am
or it'll burn" cautioned Maggie, who
was polishing the knives. for Helen
had said that she wished to make the
pickle all by herself.
"Oh, look, it's almost boiling" az
Helen took off the soup kettle lid and
stirred the. pickle we'll from the bot.
TOM
I'D lower the flame bit, ma am. y
1t was soon bubbling up, and 1t was
all Helen could do to keep it from
the recipe said, and Helen was anx.
iously watching the kitchen clock In
the meantime she had put on the
sauce, and that too had to be stirred
to keep from burning
When the five minutes were up to
second, Helen tried TO take the still
boiling kettle from the stove
Now, Maggie, you'll have to help
me here. You hold the colander while
pour it in. Oh, no, / can't do it
that way-it's too heavy. Wait, I'll
have to dip it out"
While they were busy with this,
there was a sizzling sound from the
stove. The sauce was boiling over!
Turn off the gas-quick!"
With the flame shut off, the yellow
bubbling foam sank back still kissing
sort of sullen defiance.
When the pickle was thoroughly
drained they put it back in the big
yellow bowl and poured the steaming
sauce over it.
as Helen stirred it around so the
sauce would mix in thoroughly. Get
me teaspoon. Maggie Oh. tasting it
cautiously. I'm afraid it's too sour.
Was that vinegar extra strong?"
You can't tell anything about it
while it's hot. ma'am. III cover it up
and put it over here by the window"
THE IMPORTANT POINT.
Helen waited with anxious impa-
tience for it to cool. 1t LOOKED like
Mrs. Stevens pickle, but would it
TASTE like it?
1t was after luncheon before it was
thoroughly cool, and Helen had tasted
1t so often that it had become taste
less. But Maggie assured her that it
was just as good as Mrs. Stevens
SO for the rest OF the afternoon
Helen was happily planning Warren's
surprise and establishment when she
would td1umphantly declare that it
was not Mrs. Stevens pickle, but her
own.
At last came the critical moment,
when at dinner Warren reached for
the pickle dish
Helen pretended to be absorbed in
buttering a baked potato, but she was
watching him covertly. Would he
make any comment? Would he notice
the difference? Evidently not, for he
kept on talking Of the firm that had
moved into the office adjoining his.
But when he reached for the pickle
dish the second time, and helped him
self even more literally, Helen could
keep silent no longer
Dear, do you think that pickle
keeps all right? Does it taste quite
as good as when Mrs. Stevens gave it
to u.s.
Keeps? OF course it keeps That
pickle gets better every day"
"Then you think it's just as good
as when we first got it?''
Better, if anything"
is ANGRY
And now Helen fairly bubhed over
in her gleeful excitement.
"This isn't Mrs. Stevens pickle at
all! | MADE IT, Come out in the
pantry and I'll show you three big
jars! But l didn't want you to know
IL was fraid you'd say it wasn't
so good. But now" triumphantly,
you've said it was even better"
For moment Helen was appalled,