The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1916-01-06
SHE MEANT
WELL

If-.-.-...-.-.-s-s-s-s-s.
I've got a beautiful surprise for
you, Tommy" said the three-months
bride to her husband one morning at
breakfast
Something to eat?" asked Tom,
passing by the plate of forlorn-looking
biscuits and helping himself to a
piece Of toast.
"Piggy-wig!" responded the three
months bride, CONTEMPORARY. Yes.
It Is something to eat, but you're not
going to get 1t until Sunday morning.
It's waffles." The three months
bride folded her small hands in her
lap and beamed proudly upon her re-
cent acquisition in the matrimonial
line.
"Whew!" whistled Tom, who was al
ways properly appreciative. did you
ever made any, Fudge?
NO." said the three months bride.
But l have a perfectly lovely set of
waffle irons that one of the girls gave
me at my kitchen shower, and I'm
Just crazy to use them"
The young wife rose half an hour
earlier than usual the next Sunday
morning. She spread out the cook
book on the table.
1.-Two eggs,'" she chanted to her
| self. 1T doesn't say whether to beat
them separately or not, but l want
these to be the finest waffles that ever
were, so I'll beat them separately"
She broke the eggs into two dishes,
humming a little song as she did so.
| Then she leaned again over her Gull
nary guide. philosopher and friend.
| lone cup of sour milk" she read.
Nov, there's your sour milk. Half
a teaspoonful of salt There's your
salt Flour to make good batter.
Oh, dear, | do hate recipes that don't
tell exactly how much to put in. Half
teaspoonful soda I'm always afraid
to use soda, so I'll just use baking pow
der instead, for it's so much safer. 1t
doesn't say which thing to put in first,
SO I'll just put them all in at once.
Have the waffle irons sizzling hot as
soon as your batter is ready Why.
the batter's all ready and I haven't
begun to heat the irons"
She hustled around and presently
an odor of well-cooked ironware began
to fill the room. The young wife
dampened a finger and applied It
daintily to the outside of the waffle
iron.
"Psst!" the waffle iron remarked.
81 guess you're hot enough" said
the young wife, happily. This batter
looks rather queer and bubbly, but
suppose it's all right Now, here
goes"
She carefully opened the irons and
deposited spoonful of batter In
each receptacle. Then she closed them
and waited a few minutes. An odol
of neatly browning waffles and very
smelly waffle irons rose to her nostrils
and gradually filed the room. A wor
, ried crease began to show on hel
, smooth forehead.
, She took hasty peep at the cool
book. but it was unrelentingly silen
, on the subject. An odor of burnin,
drew her back to the stove. She tool
:, hold of the handle of the iron on tn
: northeast corner and tried gently t.
raise 1t. 1t refused to move. Thel
she gave it little jerk Still Their
was no response. She gave 1t still
more decided jerk and the iron open
ed with a suddenness that can be as
cribed only to the total depravity o
. inanimate things.
> 1t opened its jaws with a viciou
pop and then shut them again witt
' a clap that made the young wifi
dance away from the stove and cove
K both eyes with her hands under tn
I impression that they were full of re-
hot batter. In the rebound she cam
t up against the pan of batter and
, fell to the floor with a crash. BY thi
D. time the room was filed with tn
d With the one idea in her mind @
J. avoiding the catastrophe of havin
If her living room curtains permeate
g with the awful odor, the young wifi
9 seized the hot iron with her bar
z hand.
At this crucial moment the littl
Z demons that preside over such ammo,
10 ing affairs moved Tom, the large an
u innocent, to open the door, Ignorar
N that the situation was explosive in
d high degree, he called, jovially:
Al Breakfast ready. Pudge?"
IT Driven to frenzy by the sight of tn
10 immaculate and self-satisfied lookin
in masculine thing, the young wife CAV
A wild, unhuman below Then sh
Is deliberately kicked the offending wa
10 fle iron to the other side of the room
N In terrible crises we sometime
I'd have almost preternatural intuition
Toms behavior upon this occasio
III was almost uncanny in its intelligenc
s. He spoke no word, he made no off,
of resistance. He beat a hasty r
m treat, while the once happy bird
he flung furious words after him.
IT Il hate you" she cried, "and | hal
es and loathe being married ! despis
er you and everything in this house ar
al | wish | had died before | saw you,
m Then with a final little squeal 81
threw the spoon which she held in h,
IN hand at Toms retreating back, but
he merely crashed into the wall and fe
upon the floor with clatter. 81
y: gave 1t parting kick which sent
under the sink. then she fed out
r. the kitchen into her own room ar
~ slammed and locked the door.
a Tom, like the really lovely creatul
that he was, softly returned to Il