The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1916-01-11
SHE MEANT
WELL

I'VE got a beautiful surprise LOT
Won. Tommy" said the three-nohlhs
hr,da m her husband one morning at
breakfast.
Something to eat?" asked Tom'
passing by the plate of forlorn-iookins
biscuits and helping himself 10 d
piece of toast.
"Piggy-wig." responded the three
months bride, contemporary. les
II is something to eat. but you're not
going to get it until Sunday morning.
It's waffles." The three montns
bride folded her small hands IN her
Ian and beamed proudly upon her re-
cent acquisition in the matrimonial
line
"Whew." whistled Tom, who was al
ways properly appreciaive. DID you
ever made any, Fudge?
No." said the three months bride.
But | 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 eyes," she chanted to her
! self. 1T doesn't say whether to beat
them separately or not. but l want
these to be the finest waff1es that ever
we're, SO I'll beat them separately.
She broke the eggs into two dishes,
humming 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.
Now, there's your sour milk. Half
a teaspoonful Of salt There's your
salt. Flour to make a 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. II
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 | haven't
begun to heat the irons"
She hustled around and presently
an odor of wellcooked ironware began
to fill the room. The young wife
dampened a finger and applied II
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 ant
deposited a spoonful of batter II
each receptacle. Then she closed then
and waited a few minutes. An odo
of neatly browning waffies and yer,
smelly waffle irons rose to her nostril
and gradually filled the room. A VOL
ried crease began to show on be
smooth forehead,
i She took hasty peep at the COO
book, but it was unrelentingly silen
on the subject An odor of burnin
drew her back to the stove. She too
. hold of the handle of the iron on tn
northeast corner and tried gently {
raise II. It refused to move. The
! she gave 1t a little jerk. Still Their
was no response She gave 1t sti
more decided jerk and the iron oper
ed with suddenness that can be al
eribed only to the total depravity @
inanimate things.
1t opened its jaws with A vicion
pop and then shut them again wit
clap that made the young wifi
dance away from the stove and cove
both eyes with her hands under tn
impressions that they were full of re,
hot batter. II the rebound 81. can,
up against the pan of batter and I
fell to the floor With crash. BY thi,
time the room was filled with tn,
pungent smell of buruihg waffles
With the one idea in her mind O.
avoiding the catastrophe of kAyins
her living room curtains permeafel
with the awful odor, the young wife
seized the hot iron with her bare
hand.
AT this crucial moment the little
demons that preside over such annoy
ing affairs moved Tom, the large and
innocent. to open the door. Ignoran,
that the situation was explosive in 3
high degree. he called. jovially:
Breakfast ready. Pudge?"
i Driven to frenzy by the sight of the
immaculate and sslf-satisfied lookins
masculine thing, the Young wife CAV.