South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1914-05-13
By MABEL HERBERT URNER.

Helen took off the soup kettle lid and
stirred the pickle well from the bot
tom.
I'D lower the flame bit ma'am."
1t was soon bubbling up. and it was
all Helen could do 10 keep il from
boiling over. Boil for five minutes. q"
the recipe said and Helen was
anxiously watching the kitchen clock.
La the meantime. she had put on the
sauce, and that, too. had 10 be stirred
20 keep from burning.
When the FIVE minutes were up To
"A 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 il in. on, no. l can't do il that
TO dip IL out"
While they were busy with this.
there was 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
a sort OF sullen defiance.
When the pickle was thoroughly
drained they put il back in the big
yellow bowl and poured the steaming
sauce over il.
"Oh, now it begins to look right"
as Helen stirred il around so the
sauce would mix thoroughly. Get me
a teaspoon, Maggie. Oh" tasting il
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. I'll cover IT up
and put it over here by the window"
The Important Point.
Helen waited with anxious imDa-
thence for il TO cool. VI looked like
Mrs Satvens pickle, but would it
taste like IT?
, 1t was after luncheon before it We 5
thoroughly cool. and Helen had tasted
it so often that II 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 astOn'shment when she
would triumphantly declare that il
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 no.
tee the difference? Evidently not
for he kept talking Of the firm that
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 il taste quite
as good as when Mrs. Stevens gave it
to us?"
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"
Warren is Angry.
And now Helen fairly bubbled over
in her gleefu1 excitement.
This isn't Mrs Stevens pickle at
all, I made it. Come out in the
pantry and I'll show you three big
Jars! But 1 didn't want you TO know
II was afraid you'd say it wasn't
| so good. But now" triumphaptly,
you've said it was even better,"
For a moment Helen was appalled,
at the black scowl on Warren's face.
He was cutting viciously at a piece of
roast beef on his plate.
Another one of your blamed tricks
is it?" he snarIed. You're always
up to some internal subterfuge. Any
other woman would have come
straight out with a thing but you-oh,
no, you'd rather do il in some sly UNI
derhand way. BY George, if you were
a man. I'd hate to do business with
you. You'd be slick proposition, all
right. Well, your blamed pickerll
last a long time. I'll not want any
more of il. You can be dead sure of
that"