The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1917-06-21
EVENING STORY
Making Time Fly.
(By Jane OSBORNE

Jill had Just finished washing dish
es and setting things to rights in the
kitchen and the living room when
the clock struck IL.
Eleven o'clock already" she ex-
claimed, looking reproachfully from
her work in the kitchen toward the
offending timepiece.
only II O'clock" sighed Jack, who
was arranging fishing tackle on the
kitchen table. "Goodnessi 1t does
seem as if meal times never came
here. 1 think it's in the air-the air
and your good cooking"
Jill placed two water-soaked, small
hands squarely in the pockets of her
bungalow apron.
Jack Mast. I'm just ashamed of
you. Why, you had enough pancakes
and sausages for breakfast to feed
large family. Home you wouldn't
think of eating anything but eggs and
toast. And that chocolate cake 1
made yesterday is all gone, and the
bread and pies 1 baked the first day
we came are gone. and I thought they
would last the week. I'll have to
bake again this afternoon. can't
now-it's time to get luncheon
Jack looked self-reproach and guilt.
I'm sorry. honey, but I'm as hungry
as bear. This mountain air is i'm
mense> Maybe in day or SO won't
Pm glad you like my first cook
ing" saighed Jill with a weary smile,
as she hurried to the cupboards for
flour and sugar for the mullins for
luncheon. But if 1 catch you eating
any more cakes and pies between
means" she called back to him, I'm
going on a strike. That chocolate
cake 1 made yesterday
Ought to have made it twice as
big" commented Jack, and then there
was silence save for the regular sound
of the cake spoon welded against the
sides of the mixing bowl
Jack and Jill Mast were on their
| first vacation together-that is, ex-
| cepting the wedding trip of week or
| SO a few months before, when there
had been no thought of anything so
rustic as a trip to Jack little cabin
e in the mountains, or anything SO mum
dane as the cultivation of large
| appetite
| Lets have n real honeymoon this
time" Jill had begged. Don't let 5
| have any one there but ourselves
can do tho little cooking needed Yot'
know 1 studied domestic science in
| college. And we can spend all our
time outdoors under the trees and the
sky. We can have provisions sent UP
from the city"
"Oh, bother the cooking" agreed
Jack, whose appetite had not yet been
whetted by the mountain air and the
| outdoor exercise and mental relaxa-
ton. "One cooked meal a day will be
enough. A few crackers and milk will
be all want for the other two. With
| that mountain air We dont need I lot
| of cooked dishes"
How wonderful" sighed Jill, and
so the plans were made that left out
| of consideration the services of cook.
| But Jacks gustatorial apperceptions
had undergone a complete change
| since that conversation. BY the sec
| ond day in the cabin the most i'm
| portant consideration of his waking
hours seemed to be the contempla-
ton and consumption of Jilrs good
cooking. And he eyed his watch with
more easerness than he did his line
when he sat fishing in the trout brook
behind the cabin.
Jill made another chocolate caka on
the afternoon of the third day and
Jack saw it. After that they planned
short walk thru the woods While
| ing frocix for a short khaki costume
Jack carried out the plan that had
| been brewing i'll his mind since day
! break.
The clock pointed to five minutes
| of 3. 1t was the tall, loud-ficking, old
ing roonI-the only clock in the cabin
Jack reached up, opened the glass
face, and, carefully listening for Jill's
approach, turned the hands ahead. tC
five minutes of 4.
Then they started out, Jack in espe-
cially GOOD mood because Of the pros
pect of having supper an hour earlier
than he really deserved it. Jill shared
his good spirits.
sations around to the subject OF