Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1915-11-26

Along came Joe Finney with his
shotgun.
I'm going to shoot quail" be said
patronizingly. IF you kids want to
come along you can"
Benny looked at Bobby, and both
looked at Abigail's basket. The 10
cents was in Benny's pocket. 1--WE
gotter take these pies around. Ones
for the minister, and, gosh, l can't re-
member what to do with the others!"
he said in a scared tone.
II can't either" whimpered Bobby.
81 want to go with Joe."
Benny looked at the Dacey house
and beyond it the comfortable home
of the Redgates. A look of relief pass
ed over his freckled face. II remem-
Der now" he said hopefully. They're
for her two sisters, Mis- Dacey and
Mis- Redgate. OF course they arel"
~ thought they was all mad at each
other protested Bobby.
"Never you mindt' cried Benny as
Joe Finney moved i~mpatiently away.
"Wait a minute, Joe, and we'll go
along, too, and If you amt in too much
of a hurry I'll run down to the minis
ter's house, and when l come back I'll
bring back ten lollipops."
snow, Bob,' said Benny breathless-
", you take this here pie up to Miss
Dacey and just say, Miss Testers COM
pl'ments," and beat it. You under
stand, hey?"
'Yes,n trembled Bobby.
IA 4-l1 49, 4A1a. nno 10 Pod.
gates and say the same thing, and if
you say anything more, why, you won't
get any lollipopsr'
"All right said Bobby sullenly as
he set forth with a pie in either hand,
while Benny took the minister's pie
and disappeared in the direction of the
village. Joe Finney polished his gun
barrel and whistled softly.
Mrs. Dacey was in the kitchen fry
ing doughnuts when her oldest daugh-
ter burst into the room. Winnie was
seventeen and a pretty, vivacious girl.
In both hands she carried a square OBJ
ject wrapped in a white napkin.
"Mother, what do you thinkT she
cTlou. AuuI ADDle LIDS SCul YOU a
pumpkin pie with her compliments!
Lookr' She drew off the napkin and
displayed the toothsome pie In Its
square tin.
A dull red suffused Mrs. Dacey's
cheeks. The square pie looked so much
like those her mother had made years
ago when they were a large and happy
III 49, H. o,,ioJv Aoov. ckov Rod fO
her eyes. This friendly overture on
Abigail's part was unexpected.
Its a beautiful pie" said Mrs. Da-
cey huskily. II expect your Aunt Abb
bic made it by mothers old recipe"
"Um-m-m! 1t smells goodr' shifted
Winnie; then she added rather visit
fully: 81 wish we were truly friends
with Aunt Abbie. She must be very
lonesome. And she was always good
to u.s.
"Put it in the pantry" said Mrs.
Dacey sharply, land go down to the
store now and get that sugar If you're
going to make candy tonight"
Winnie had barely left the house be-
fore the back DOR opened to admit a
gust of frosty air and the shawled
form of Emma Redgate.
She was a large, stout woman, and
she sank breathlessly into the Boston
rocker and threw back her shawl.
whatever do you think, WINNER"
she painted.
Mrs. Dacey looked up sharply.
"You got a pie, too?' she asked.
"The land! Yes, l did. So she sent
you onei 1 wonder why she did it,
Winnie?"
81 don't know-except to show she's
sorry about the trouble. Did you see
the pie, Emma? 1t looked just like
one of mas"
81 know it, murmured the other
woman. st took me right back to ole
times.'
"If any n had told me then that
we'd quarrel with Abbie 1 would have
laughed!' Mrs. Dacey lifted out a crul-
Ter on the end of a long fork and add
ed it to the pile on the platter.
"The children poster me most to death
about their Aunt Abbie," remarked
Mrs. Redgate with sudden candor.
Seems f they set more store by what
she used to do for them than anything
l can do now. It's a sore point with
them because l won't let them go there
or take anything to eat from her. l
say if the parents are not OF good
terms with her, the children can't be.
1t stands to reason"
Mrs. Dacey was silent.
II can't get over the pie" she said
thoughtfully. Emma, l feel this way:
If Abigail can forgive and forget the
things we said to her three years ago
and send us one of these pies l guess
we can go over and thank her-what
sayY'
You're right, Winnie replied EN-
ma eagerly. "Jim always said we
made more out of it than we ought to.