White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1915-10-17

"Oh." she observed. and went away
blankly.
She came back a few minutes later,
still distressed.
II found out about that demitasse,"
she assured him. But Is this the
chicken you meantT" And she pointed
to the appalling line. "Milk Fed Spring
Chicken. Fried Country Style. $3.50"
That's It." he agreed. looking as
much puzzled as size did. He saw no
French to confuse the intellect
"Oh." returned the girl. well, Mr..
Daw. III have to tell you something.
We amt got any milk fed chickens.
We're-we're out"
Tell you the truth. | don't believe
there are any In the world" replied
Blackie ch~eerfully. land. as a matter Of
fact. l prefer regular chicken anyhow"
"Oh." commented the girl still more
family. Would you rather have spring
chicken
Blackie began to lose faith. Il have
an immoderate fondness for spring
chicken" be confessed.
TIL VIC SOt 3OI1Cs Snc hCSlL0tC0p
but it's awful late In the fall now.
and they're tough. We got some that
was hatched late In the summer that's
just right for fryin'."
you have my permission to fry the
late summer CROP" granted Blackie
heartily. by the way, what's your
nameg"
Pete" she told him briskly. and
left the room.
Wallingford was lying with his eyes
closed when dinner time came, but
when bis PURGE ST. Germaine was
brought into the room In a deep yellow
bowl with a nick in the rim he sat
straight up,
Blackie. taking his dinner at the bed.
side. slipped of the soup from his own
blue bowl and hitched his chair closer.
Mushy did not appear during the meal,
which was served with expedition and
dispatch by Pete. short for Patricia,
and when Blackie had eaten his flf Of
the late summer chicken, fried country
style, be turned upward to that young
lady eyes that were almost fearful
with happiness.
Its a lie." he confided t o Walling-
ford when Pete had departed with the
platter OF chicken bones and all the
other debris.
Il know it." agreed wallingford with
an oily sigh. Nothing like this ever
happened In the country. I'm going to
find out which one OF those girls fried
that chicken and i~nsinuate her name
into my will"
Hush" admonished Blackie. There
Is more tor follow"
of dried grasses in various red and
brown coiurs. which was deposited
hastily In the center of the white cloth
by the promptly vanishing Pete, whose
next appearance was with two plat
tiers OF salad and two clean forks.
The salad was of celery chopped with
apples and nuts. covered With cream
mayonnaise aud ~sarnished with strips
Of red peppers. and at last Blache
knew the answer.
Tx A0 AoCAs AN
guessed. tasting the salad with ap-
prevail.
Yes. We get everything from that"
stated Pete-..fashions and cooking
recipes and etiquette and art, but we
don't get to practice much. We hob
bled our dresses last spring. but now
the hobbies gone out, and the Adviser
hasn't published any article on how to
unnobble them. Say, We haven't any
demitasse cups. Do you care ii we Gil
a regular cup half fullT
You may do anything you please
and go as far as you like" granted
BIackie. I'm going to subscribe to
the Ladies' Constant Adviser"
Filled and comforted and soothing
himself with a cigarette, Blackie sat
watching Wallingford drop into salts