Clearwater Republican. [volume] (Orofino, Idaho) 1912-1922, 1915-05-14

1t contained great ranges, pots, pans,
crockery, barrels of -four, bags of
sugar. In fact culinary outfit that
aston1shed the inexperienced Peter
Then, as he was regarding the layout
open-mouthed, his host shot the
shrewd inquiry at him:
What else are ye but fine
whistler"
"A fine baker!" proclaimed Peter
with proud confldence-"but Scotch,
mind We. The trades no good in this
country"
It took David Mcpherson, club
cook, very few minutes to turn his
fellow countryman inside out" as he
expressed it
And what for all this prodigious
foods" questioned Peter.
1.-THE banquet, mon," returned
David. TITS the spread after the con-
cert and the speechifying-the real
enjoyment, with mountain dew adden-
dunn" and the old fellow went on to
tell how. AS the chef de cuisine in all
the functions of st. Andrews society
he held lucrative and busy place.
II can use ye. lad, maybe perma-
nently. II We fill the bill" he said, and
he shared his supper and his bed with
Peter, to wake up at sunrise to find
his guest standing patiently beside
him in manifest state of suppressed
excitement.
1--WE an idea," spoke Peter. 1T
walked me hours SINCE" and then with
enthusiastic vim he developed q
wondrous scheme that had come into
his mind. Scotsmen all, those at
the banquet might hail the novelty
Of real Scotch cooking with ardor.
"Ther's mutton pies, ye mind" ex-
planned Peter. Their mouths will
water for the real homemade cook
cry. And brose-no great quantity,
but a suggestion Of the heathesy
moor and the childhood cot. And
scenes, and oat cakes, and short
bread, and whole wheat Farrels, and
Melton Mowbray pork pies!"
Peter had set the imagination OF
old David on fire. He was heart and
soul in harmony with the plan OF
surprising the banqueters with Scotch
fare purely. And SO it came about
It was a marvellous success. Upon
the eventful night men who saw be
fore them the unadulterated products
Of their home soil, grew tender and
loyal, and the hall rang with unre
strained enthusiasm that marked the
occasion as glowing and grand.
Now at the banquet was one Petel
Wilbur. And it so happened that al
the home Of this stalwart son o.
Scotia, now a prosperous business
man, Jessie had secured employment
Peter had taken home one of thu
mutton pies to remind his wife of ole
times, as he had been reminded, an(
Mrs. Wilbur had given it to Jessie.
1--WE noticed yo're longing all tn,
time" she said to her favorite maid
Maybe for home. Here's touch O
it, lassie, that may solace your poo
homesick heart"
Jessie took the pie and began tt
partake of it with eyes retrospectiv,
and fearful. A taste made her sob.
There was one, and one only IL
old Scotia who made the like" sh,
wailed-"my best laddie, and-oh!"
. She burst into scream, staring a
a criss-cross mark upon the top layel
Of crust.
. Peters mark! know it WE'LL" sh'
, tremored "Ah! only he used tina
mark. Oh, tell me, tell me whenc,
came the pie!"
Mr.. Wilbur was called and he ex
! planned. On with her bonnet, an,
, Jessie was flying in the direction o
{ the hall where old David had engage,
> Peter as his permanent assistant.
3 She burst in upon them unceremoni
: ously. She fell into his outstretche,
) arms. There were only two word
spoken, but so fervently uttered tina
, old David thrilled at their simple elo
l quence-
Z "Lassie!"
r "Laddie!"
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