The Lamar register., 1915-10-27
LINDA MAKES Pies
BY CECIL THomt

cherry pie, Billy Boy. Billy BoyH"
and SO on through several verses in
which were rehearscd the domestic
virtues OF Billy's fiancee.
And Linda was making cherry
pies herself, but her blithe song was
not addressed to any especial aud
itor. She sang because she was
happy.
Upstairs in the largest front
chamber sat the first boarder of the
season. He was sitting at a table
drawn up to the window, and he
was frowning over the pile of papers
before him. He was not bothered
over the work-that was an ever
recurring Joy-but It was Lindas fire.
Quently. reiterated vocal query that
frritated him.
For heavens sake. can't a fellow
get away from a racket" he peeved.
Here / am isolated in Green Center
because my apartment was made
hideous with undesirable noises-a
mechanical plano overhead. phono-
graph on ono side and a cornet on
the other-and here the maid OF all
work chirps like a canary all day
longi But her voice isn't half bad"
he admitted grudgingly.
Can she make a cherry pie. Billy
BoyH"
Billy wainwright put his head out
OF the open window.
Take It from me she can make
cherry pie. Melissa" he called
down at the gingham-clad figure work
tha
He gasped as the sunbonnet dropped
back and a bewitching face was up
turned to his.
MY name is not Melissa" she said
sweetly. who is Melissa"
Billy's face was crimson. hut his
chagrin added to his temper.
Il thought It was the cook" he said
snappishly.
isn't that funny" gursled Linda.
Why, I'm the cook"
Your" he gasped.
She nodded I'm sorry you don't
like cherry pie" she added dolefully.
"But-but l do like IT," he STAN
mered- Its my favorite pie-that
and lemon meringue."
You like lemon meringue pie. tool
I'll remember that-and rice pud-
dingf"
'T loath I'll"
''Prune pier
''Beastly."
I'm SO glad TO know what you like"
Linda smiled wickedly as she went
into the house with a great pitcher of
water.
ssuA,n.v no,.r ..- b.r hafora
certainly she wasn't around last night
when I came" unused Billy as he
went back to his work. But the
papers had lost their charm. Linda's
charming face interviewed and he
found himself listening for the sound
OF her voice.
But the Billy song was silent: pres
emily there huted up through the
window the rich strains of a bird
song-a mellow. throaty MARBLE that
one associated with southern fields and
the call of the mocking bird.
Il wonder" gasped Billy. going
inquisitively to the window that over
looked the side porch where the pump
stood.
He recognized old Mr.. Barnard be-
fore tho kitchen door with a basket
OF new-laid eggs from the barn.
Tho whistling stopped abruptly.
''Whistling gals and Growing hens
mover come to any good ends!"
laughed the old man through the
screen door
You haven't any Growing hens on
the farm. Uncle Ben" said the girl
merrily. cor you wouldn't DO bringing
in that evidence of their industry"
Three dozen and three" counted
Uncle Ben, now inside the kitchen. 81
hope you're giving Mr.. wainwright all
the eggs he wants"
Certainly. dear" Billy heard her
answer. Isn't 1t odd. Uncle Ben, he
doesn't like cherry or lemon meringue
pie and he adores rice puddihg?" She
laughed gleefully.
Billy shook his fist
WELL" yawncd Uncle Ben IF milk
buildings satisfy him, all right
there's plenty OF milk and eggr on
the place-but, for goodness sake.
keep the pies a-going. Linda. Umum!
Do smell cherry PIER
you surely dol" she cried gayly.
Hurry up. Uncle Ben, dinners most
ready"
Billy went back to his table frown-