The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1916-01-17
SHE MEANT
WELL

breakfast. -, Tam
something to eat?" asked Ioni'
passing by the plate OF chromosomes
biscuits and helping himsen u
piece of toast.
"Piggy.wig." responded the three
months bride. contemptuously. les
II is something to eat, but you're ho'
going to get 1t until Sunday mornine,
IT'S wafles." The three mouths
bride folded her small hands IN ner
Ian and beamed proudly upon ner re-
cent acquisition in the matrimonial
line.
"Whew!" whistled Tom. who was a.
ways properly appreciative. DID you
ever made any. Fudge"
mo" said the three months orioe.
But | have a perfectly lovely set Oh
wafile irons that one of the girls gave
me at my kitchen shower, and I'm
lust crazy to use them"
The young wife rose half an hour
earlier than usual the next SUNDAY
morning. She spread out the COOK
DOCK on tue tdDie
1.-TWO eggs,'" she chanted TO her'
self. 1T doesn't say whether to beat
them separately or not, but | want
these to be the finest waffles that ever
were, so I'll beat them separately
She broke the eggs into two dlshes'
humming a little song as she DID So
Then she leaned again over her Gull
nary guide, philosopher and friend.
Zone cup of sour milk she read.
Now, there's your sour milk. HAN
a teaspoonful of salt There's your
salt. Flour to make good batter.
Oh, dear, I do hate recipes that don't
tell exactly how much to put In. Hail
teaspoonful soda I'm always afraid
to use soda, so I'll just use baking pow
der instead, for it's so much safer. IL
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 well-cooked ironware began
to fill the room The young wife
dampened a finger and applied 1t
daintily to the outside of the waffle
iron.
"Psst!" the waffle iron remarked.
II 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 a spoonful Of batter ir
each receptacle. Then she closed them
and waited few minutes. An odol
Of neatly browning waffles and very
smelly waffle irons rose to her nostrils
and gradually filled the room. A wor
, ried crease began to show on he
smooth forehead.
She took a hasty peep at the cool
book, but it was unrelentingly silen
on the subject. An odor Of burnin,
a 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. The
= she gave it little jerk Still Their
!. was no response. She gave 1t a sti
. more decided jerk and the iron oper
ed with a suddenness that can be a.
:. cribed only to the total depravity {
- inanimate things.
It opened its Jaws with a viciou
= pop and then shut them again wit
clap that made the young viii
- dance away from the stove and cove
% both eyes with her hands under tn
impression that they were full of re
= hot batter In the rebound she cam
up against the pan Of batter and
:. fell to the floor with crash. BY tn
II time the room was filled with IL
70 pungent smell of burning wafie
y With the one idea in her mind
% avoiding the catastrophe Of havir
y her living room curtains permeats
"A with the awful odor, the young wi
= seized the hot iron with her ba
~ hand.
- At this crucial moment the lit
y demons that preside over such ammo
d ing affairs moved Tom. the large a,
% innocent, to open the door. Ignora
10 that the situation was explosive In
"a high degree. he called. jovially:
Oh breakfast ready, Pudge?"
* Driven to frenzy by the sight of q
a immaculate and self-satisfled lookil
70 masculine thing, the young wife ga
w wild, unhuman below. Then s.
or deliberately kicked the offending W,
I'D fle iron to the other side Of the roo
no In terrible crises we sometim
have almost preternatural intuitio,
Toms behavior upon this occasi
was almost uncanny in its intelligen,
He spoke no word, he made no of
he of resistance. He beat a hasty
on treat, while the once happy bri
nd flung furious words after him.
he Il hate you," she cried. "and 7 ha
Ell and loaehe being married. I despi
i'm you and everything in this house a
ge | wish l had died before I saw Won
ed Then with final little suueal 9
he threw the spoon which she held In h
ht. hand at Toms retreating back. bur
he merely crashed into the wall and :
ar upon the floor with a clatter. s
gave 1t a parting kick which sent
mt under the sink, then she fed out
is the kitchen into her own room a
he slammed and locked the door.
IFS Tom. like the really lovely Great,
lid that he was, softly returned IN !
an kitchen. cleaned it up after his O,
OF peculiar though sincere fashion. ma
&C. himself some toast, and an hour la
wo was furnishing a stalwart shopIf
for q renentant vnnno rrifa