Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1915-10-28

IVA his room TWO steps NJ Cim'
ana began Ringing things gu
Of drawers and chlfroniers. VIVA
trunk should he take-that new one
he had made in Paris last summer
before the WARP No, he could send
for that later, and besides, he dldn't
want to stay away from Mary any
longer than he could help. he wouldn't
take all his things just now; he would
leave a good many behind, so that his
father would be sorry II ne ever came
into his room again after his baby boy
was gone. He would not take trunk
at all now-just his kit bag. Where
was that kit bag? Johnson would
know.
He started to ring for. johnson and
then checked himself. He would not
say anything to the servants yet, He
didn't want them to be a party to this
painful scene. He would leave them
misinformed and keep his father guess
ing a little while. He would 60 and
get that kit bag himself. 1t was in the
garnet most likely.
He had sneaked up the narrow gar
ret staircase, the boards creaking now
and then beneath his tread, Just as
they used to do when he was child
Under the caves he spied his kit bag
covered with dust He dragged at 1t,
and a pile Of magazines and odds and
ends Of books fell forward across his
arms. One of them was battered
cash book. or old diary, bound with
black and white back, end with many
recipes written in a refined feminine
hand on its blank pages,
Rodney remembered .,this well. It
was real heirloom from the Earles,
his mothers people, who. had prided
themselves on setting q good table,
Rodney sat down on his dusty kit
bag and turned over the following
pages idly. Some Of the recipes were
in an even older hand than bis moth
sr's-his grandmother's or his maiden
aunts' probably-and now and then, In
his mothers hand again, there would
be comment written IN the margin,
Every choice" or extra good" or
"Well worth trying" The recipes for
these tasty old dishes looked good,
Rodney decided to tuck the book In
with his own things, venial theft.
and put It by some day for himself and
Mary. N,
They certainly did sound good. "Old
Harrington meat pie" Hannah Earle's
gold and silver cake "eusan Pitchers
everlasting fruit cake" Yes. he would
take 1t. And here was a formula even
for soap, and in his mothers hand or
his grandmother's, he could not be
sure which. was the quaint marginal
note: ''The cheapest soap In the world.
Unlucky for dirt" And so he had
pitched the old book into the bag.
stolen down the attic stairs again and
bounded. dusty kit bag and all, into
the little waiting room where Mary
sat.
Dear Mary!
And she had let him hug her-the
arst taste Of the bliss to come. How
aweet and wonderful she was!
When he woke III the morning be
rubbed his eyes moment In beWilder-
ment at bis unaccus toned surround
lngs. And immediately the memory
0f MARY, GTayson swept over him
again. fresh and unbalanced. He would
call up Mary on the telephone before
abe got away 10 the once. And. by
the way, he had an idea to tell her too,
he was .going to make soup: IKE his
father. The old COOK book had given
him the idea. He left KIScOftee scarce
y tasted and Jew to booth at the
club. -,
''WelI. Mary" he shouted through
the receiver, which srnelt Of cigarettes,
did you know I'd lost my jobr
EYES," said Marys voice at a dis
i lance Il suppose shall lose mine.
too. r. Z don't rive you % z =.
1--WE should be friends In need. then"
bawled Rodney at his end, 8.
"Oh, Rodney. I'm 80 sorry. said
Mary. ~
"Nonsense. you've made my future.
Without jon I'd never have got the
1dea-the big idea
idea for whatr
fThe idea to make money out Of
mats an you need-and. just think, ]
found It ~ an old book"-