The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-05-07
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In high social circles the girl VIII,
wants to cut out another girl ORDER
new dresses and more hats. Amonl
savages she sticks ON q few NOR,
oeads and feathers. But In som,
middle western towns she rolls up bel
eiesves. opens the flour bin and cook
something calculated to knock the
spots on anything culinary the othe,
girl ever dared dream of.
That was why Mrs. Fruby said u
ner daughter with a hint of excite
ment in her voice. TRY him on beaten
biscuits. Sadie! And your chocolate
marshmallow pudding!"
1t had been hard enough all her
life for Mrs. Fruby to be outdone nv
Mary Sander without having to en-
oure seeing Mary Sanders daughter
get ahead of her own Sadie. And of
late Rosa Sander had asked Peter
vernon to dinner entirely too often
to suit Mrs. Fruby's plans. So had
naif dozen other girls. For Peter
vernon was a matrimonial prize, the
IKE OF which small town does not
see more than once in a generation.
He had an interest in the big engine
works, which made money so fast
that 1t gave the populace the bio.
coughs trying to count It.
Natural jealousy Of Mary Sander
made Mrs. Fruby consider Rosa q
deadly rival. Rosa was nearly A.
pretty a. Sadie and. moreover, she
was a good cook. So were MarGaret
and Agnes and Carrie, other aspirants.
Louise-Mrs. Fruby merely smiled 1t
the idea of Louise.
Being built on solid lines herself.
Mrs. Fruby had an imagined contempt
for ethereal creatures Nike Louise.
who looked - though . pun Of wind
might easily remove her from the
scene. Louise was Of the ethereal.
useless kind and Mrs Fruby knew
that no sensible man wanted 4 helm.
less wife. Men. she often told Sadie.
liked energy and ability n 4 girl. AZ
for cooking. 1t was doubelul II Louise
Gov could d even cook a par = fudge with
Out burning 1t.
Peter Vernon was q III, thin young |
man with . we'll set head and q kind. |
y. II shrewd, smile.
Hes not the sort to ret taken INF.
MIS- Fruby said thankfully % she
superintended Saddles work making
the beaten biscuit for that nights
supper. to which Peter Vernon was
coming. Does your arm ache. Let
ne beat awhile!"
Peter Vernon liked tho bsaten bis
suit immensely. He ate six. And no
had two helpings Of the chocolate
pudding.
she nearly beat her arm of max.
ng those" Saddles mother confded
o him. But, I tell you. nothing
launts Sadie! When she does a
hing she does it,"
They certainly were mighty good.
epeated Peter Vernon.
We always have EN- Wednesday
'venings." said Saddles mother with a
udden inspiration. And you drop
a that night without waiting to be
'sked. since you're so FOND Of 'em!"
Yes. dol" echoed Sadie.
Beaten biscuits are hard to maka
dany were the weary hours Sadie
ruby put in over them, because they
ad to be made regularly on Wednss. ,
avs. Sometimes Peter dropped A.,
nd If he did not hs was certain to Be
let on the street the next day BY .,
adie or her mother and pinned down Z
another date. Mrs. Fruby took his
ondness for the marshmellow pud-
Ing as an especially good sign. d
you keep 1t up. Sadie" she told
or daughter the evening Peter had /
tayed a half-hour beyond his usual U
me. Il can begin to see that you're 6
inning out!"
Il don't know" Sadie said dubious. y
:. He goes to Isabel's and Marga, n
IT'S. too-and Louise's!" =
II wouldn't worry" declared har
other. Il guess Isabel cant make
scuit like yours and Margaret's cake !.
Joke. And you know Louisel :,
Thy. you've got 'em all on the run!" :
But he never says anything" Sadie .
'otested, Il mean anything that I a
'uld take as" :. :,
He amt that kind" declared Mrs. =
'uby. HE amt going to make love y
girl till he's engaged to her!
,u beat those biscuits longer next -
mel"
Shortly after that the local newspa- g
r contained the unexpected an. CT
uncement Of the quiet marriage of b
ter Vernon and Louise, the ethereal. n;
Mrs. Fruby, after historical N
ream when she read the news, told
die plainly what she thought Of OF
ter. She talked so vehemently ~
1t she did not notice how pale to
dies cheeks we're Sadie usually Is
q stolid and unmoved. ST
Well" Mrs Fruby said a, last.