Putnam patriot. [volume] (Putnam, Conn.) 1872-1962, 1915-11-19


naees idly some Of tIe recipes We're
IN an even oil I haal thau Us moth
srs-his eraudr9otkes'S or his maiden
aunts probably-ana now and then. in
bis mothers hand again. there would
be a comment written in the margin.
..Yerv choice" or Extra good" or
wei worth trying" The recipes for
these tasty old dishes looked good.
Rodney decided to tuck the book in
with his own things. a venial theft.
and put it by some day for himself and
Mary.
They certainly did sound good. "old
harrington meat pie" Hannah Earle's
gold and silver cake" Susan Pitchers
everlasting fruit cake" Yes. he would
FAKE it, 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.
Unucky 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
first taste of the bliss to come. How
sweet aud wonderful she wasl
When he woke in the morning he
rubbed his eyes Il moment in bewilder
ment at his unaccustomed surround
ihss And Immediately the memory
Of Mary Grayson swept over him
again. fresh and undimmed He would
call up Mary on the telephone before
she got away to the office. And, by
the way, he had an idea to tell her too.
He was going 10 make soap, like his
father. The old cook book had given
him the idea. He left his coffee scarce
" tasted and flew to booth at the
club.
We'll, Mary" he shouted through
the receiver, which smelt of cigarettes,
did you know I'd lost my jobY'
Yes" said Mary's voice at a dis
lance Il suppose shall lose mine,
too, if l don't give you up"
I'VE should be friends in need, then
bawled Rodney at his end.
"Oh. Rodney I'm so sorry" said
Mary
Nonsense, you've made my future.
Without you I'd never have got the
idea-the big idea.'
Idea for whaty'
THE idea to make money out Of
that's all You need-and just think,
found it in an cid book
what idea-what bookY
Its COOK book
s'What on earth
We'll, you see. when | was packing
l stumbled across an old family cook
book 1t fell open ut a certain page
fate was ON the iob-it was a hunch''-
But what is it?''
Its an old family recipe for max
ing cheap soap. 1t says it's the cheap
est soap in the world, cheaper even
then the manufacturers make it. I'm
going into the soap business"
'What?'
"Sure-father did-look at the money
he made Why shouldn't II"
You're joking"
I'm In dead earnest. I'm going to
buck the trust. You see, I'll have all
the popular sympathy = independent
young son of soap king fights father
don't buy from the trust"
But is that very nice to your ia
ther?"
Has he been very nice to me? It's
great, Down with monopoly! Hur-
rah for the people. I've heard political
speeches like that, Hurrah for the
peoples soap! That isn't bad name
either-the peoples soap.
But you haven't any capital
Il never thought of that"
You'd need a lot of money too.
Well" Rodney said. well, I'll just
have to get it. that's all. and you'll be
my secretary"
Rodney. you must stop talking or
you'n go stony broke with this long
eallr yelled Mary.
We'll. when can | see you again!
Rodney persisted.
Il shall be at the office till g. said
Mary
"I1l drop in. Father may be home
Rodney hung up the receiver ana
turned away reluctantly. Marys voice
wasn't it the most wonderful voice in
the world? He took out cigarette
and lit it, finding quiet seat near the
Forty fourth street window to sit down
and think things over.
He armed himself with a newspaper,
so that he could occasionally hold II
up and ward off unwelcome chatterers
who might disturb his train of thought
The armament was not modern enough,
however, to repel the attack or the
alert young man who presently came
and peered over the top OF his paper
We'll. Ambrose Peale. said Rodney
looking up
That's ne absolutely said MI
Pe8le. "The same at yonr service. 80
ven remember me eht'
The sight Of Peale's keen and eager
face took Rodney back TWO years at q
jump. The two boys had met one
night in the lobey Of : Boston theater.
me occasion had been an egg fight,
not between Rodney and Ambrose
reale. but between the audience AMI
the stage. 1t had been very lively
and savory affair indeed. quite ell
GENTLY carried through by the college
students scattered ont IN front.
II had been a college play and mao
seemed to the student observers OF
so lacking in verisiinilitude that they