Norwich bulletin., 1915-06-30

to realize it as I neared home. The aisle of that miserable car remained 1 crowded all the way out, and l began to wonder how should get my pree- ious box safely through the jam of people.
 "When we came to 3sth street, where l should have descended, l simply didn't dare push my way through. l knew that the slightest bump or jar to that box would be likely to break every patty shell in 1t, so l sat still, thinking that in another block or two surely there would be more room. But block after block passed and the aisle remained damned. At 18th street knew that if l went any farther l would be late to dinner; so, braving the curious glances of every one, raised the box as high above my head as I could reach and pushed my way through the car.
 Tt gave tremenduos jolt just as I reached the door, and l fell with all my weight against a man who was getting off in front of me. The box of shells hit him in the head and knocked his hat into the street. He glared at me for a second before he started to recover it. I didn't apol- ogize. I really didn't care whether he had to run block for his hat or not It was not my fualt that the car had jolted. and besides l could think of nothing but my poor patties.
 Why, my child, how late you are my mother said when I reached the house at last. The guests are here, with your father and I've really been worried about you
 I've had a perfectly fearful time getting home.' l answered tearfully. and I'm afraid my patties are all crushed. I hate to open the box
 Let me do it, offered mother, and she did so. There are three that aren't broken at all, and think we can use 70 &t-. . Fz-4 ingly. Run and dress quickly and I'll tell your father not to take a patty, and if you and I don't that will leave enough of the fairly good ones for the guests
 Be sure that Bob and his father and mother get those three whole ones begged.
 "A few minutes later we were all sitting down to dinner. I was still hot and Hurried, but tried to appear calm, and to be ready to receive with becom- ing modesty the congratulations of Bob's parents when I should own that had made the patty shells.
 But that moment never came When the maid brought in the patties our guests of honor all declined them. Bob's they never ate pastry and her nieces appeared to feel that they had to main tain the family tradition. As father had been carefully warned not to take one, and the maid had been instructed not to pass any to either mother or me, the sweetbread patty course came and went without any ones tasting my pastryi I think it was only the dear look of amused sympathy in mothers gray eyes that kept my own from fi1l- ing with tears. I'll tell you one thing, Bob will eat pie crust when we begin to keep house. We'll start a new order of things.
 The last straw to my chagrin came with the dessert, when Bob's father smiled benignly after his first bite of the fresh sponge cake and said to me, Did you make this delicacy, my dear?'
 No, I think, mother did I replied.
 Well, well, you'n have to get your mother to teach you how to cook. I'm old-fashioned enought to think it's a lady's greatest accomplishment
 "Of course there was no use in tell ing him that I'd been going to cooking school ever since-well, ever since first met Bob. But I'm determined to have my revenge. As soon as we are married I intend to invite Bob's whole family to dinner and give them a meal that I've cooked every bit myself"
 Just wherein lies the revenge?" asked the best friend
 That" laughed the engaged girl, remains to be seen."-Chicago News.