The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1915-12-30
GAME Of HEARTS


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The Willow Plate Tea Room was
. cosy little bungalow with gayly
striped awnings and verandas set
with many little tables, and . great
room inside all done In blue and white,
with . border Of willow-pattern plates.
The growing purr Of . high-powered
motor came through the open case.
mont window. Il slowed down and
stopped 1t the gate of the Willow
Plate Tea Room.
"Oh, bother!" pouted Elsie, % she
went into the little kitchen and re-
turned to the room to discover . soil
tary man seated at one Of the white
enameled tables. He was far from
being IN Unlocking specimen of mas
culinity, although his clean-cut fea-
lures were sternly set. He did not
glance up when Ellie placed . glass Of
water before him,
you may bring me-" he said de-
l%iberately, - poached egg on toast"
and, turning away his head, he locked
out Of the window.
Elsie hesitated and then marched
stifny of to the kitchen Once there
she shook her fist at the back of the
~uno6ending stranger.
"Poached egg! And it's the one par.
ticular thing that I can't make!" she
groaned.
Three trips she made into the tea
room-once to set tempting pats OF
butter and the pot of tea before the
patron, again to serve him with the
burned bit of toast on which was
sprawled the yellow, leathery-lookine
egg. The third trip was in answer to
his summons.
please bring me another egg," he
said in q tone of polite WEAKNESS.
"This one seems-er-er-rather over.
done"
Elsie Wayne always remembered
that August afternoon as a perfect
nightmare Of eggs that refused to be
poached and of endless trips into the
tea DON to present her trophies to
the grim-visaged young man at the
table.
Invariably he waved her offerings
away, always with that look of bored
patience.
From q distant table Elsie brought
the plate of pink-and-white heart.
shaped cakes. These delectable MOI.
sells were favorites with Mrs. Burton's
patrons.
"Those look very tempting" he said
smoothly. "You did not make them"
ION the contrary, I did make them"
she affirmed spiritedly.
"Indeed?" His tone was amused.
He picked up the top cake and broke
1t in two.
"A broken heart" he said in q mus
ing tone. Easy to break, but impos-
sible to mend"
1T is not worth mending-hearts
are all alike she said, and, gather
ing up his dishes, she disappeared
k~itchenward.
She cleared a place on the table,
set the egg poacher in it's receptacle
of boiling water, broke an egg into
it, closed the lid and carefully toasted
a slice of bread.
She almost shrieked with Joy when
she laid the buttered toast on the
little blue platter and slipped tho
pinky, white.flmed poached egg
fiecked with pepper onto the toast.
She had achieved q triumph. It
was even more beautiful than any
thing Susanna had ever accomplished.
The kitchen door swung behind
her little young form; in her out.
stretched hands she carried the silver
tray and set before him the perfect
poached egg.
II think I've discovered the knack
Of doing It," she said.
That's good" he said.
Hadn't you better eat it while It's
hot?" she suggested.
He proceeded to eat slowly, Elsie
watching eacL morsel as it vanished
between his well-cut lips.
rs it gooc?" she would ask, and
always he nodded. When the blue
platter was cleared he looked up sud.
denly.
"Once upon q tine l was engaged
to marry q girl. She was studying
domestic science, and I thought l
knew something about cookery; I've
camped a lot. She couldn't manage
a poached egg, though. We quar-
Relied"
"Ah!' cried Elsie, pulling the cake
plate away from his restless fingers.
You have broken another neart!"
Are hearts SO pr~ecious?" he asked.
A tear fell from her eyes and
splashed on the cracked heart cake.
Tears will mend a broken heart"
be said, taking Elsie's hand and hold
ing it closely.
"Ch-Dick!" she sobbed softly.
I'm sorry we quarreled," he whis.
pered; that's why I came. Mrs.
Burton telephoned she a going
away and you were to keep shop for
her-and I couldn't stay away"
Put the motor races