The Palatka news and advertiser. [volume] (Palatka, Fla.) 1908-19??, 1915-10-29


for you to stop playing so SOON"
"But l don't like that part!"
what part?"
"You know. What you did," an
swered Margaret, getting red again.
"Well, see here; suppose we let that
part go. Will you agree to go on
meeting me here and letting me talk
to you? You know l enjoy it awfully,
and even that has it's element of ro-
nance, hasn't it? We are both incog"
nito, so to speak. Do say you will do
it, please" :. ,
ooh, yes, I will do that" replied
Margaret, in relief. 81 should love
that"
"Then l get the chocolate cake?" he
asked eagerly. m
Eyes, indeed" laughed Margaret. 81
know just the kind you like-nice soft,
thick layers of chocolate between real
sponge cake. Doesn't that make your
mouth water?"
you're a witch!" he answered.
Possibly Margaret had no ulteriol
motive, but the chocolate cake prov.
ed so successful that it was followed
by apple meringue, and then fudge
and angel cake, and particularly
palatable dainty called molasses pie
which Margaret knew he would like
because her. brothers did.
Those same brothers of Margaret
wondered a little at her zeal tol
cooking in such hot weather, but the
new maids repertoir of desserts; con
sisted of junket, corn starch and Gus
tard, custard, tapioca and junket Sc
they took the goods the gods provid
de, ate the good things and venturet
no embarrassing questions. Da!
by day gustatory offerings were lax
upon the altar of romance, and were
devoured by the hero with an appe
tite that caused Margaret to make
rather uncomplimentary remark up
on the quality and quantity CT hi
daily meals.
"But you make such perfectly de
licious things:" he explained; =:
can't help eating them. Besides,
had typhoid fever last winter, an'
you know the appetite that leaves"
"Oh, yes, of course" assented Mar
garet. and asked no more questions.
One day thunder storm caugh
them.
That day the offering had been ic'
cream, packed in paraffined cups, ant
thew fled, tumbler in one hand, spoo'
in the other, to the shelter OF the OLE
house. Sitting on the porch, watch
ing the lightning, Margaret told NOR
of her dreams. How she loved the oil
deserted place, and liked to think tina
perhaps some day it might be. he
own.
"For, you know" she explained
"you can never tell what may happel
some day. Some day l may make
million Misunderstanding cake, for in
stance-and then l could buy it. 0
some old lady may take fancy t
me and leave it to me in her will
"Why not an old man." he aske
laughingly.
Eyes" she answered, "either woul
do. Only old women are more llkel
to do foolish things, don't you think
But of course such thing won't HAP
pen. Those things never do to me.
"Well," he said audaciously, "ho'
about me? l happened, didn't II"
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ing to her remark, and Margart
knew it, but the thought in her min
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