The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1917-10-16

about. never have wasted bread, but
suppose could do something with
the crumbs"
II remember my mother used to
make q bread pudding that was de-
licious, and she used to fry all sorts
of things In crumbs" reflected George.
swell, guess could if I put my
mind to it."
There was a tinge Of annoyance in
Ida's tone, and George fastened to
say that he was quite sure she could.
He departed for the office and Mrs.
Steers set about revising the bill of
fare. Her cook book did not seem to
abound in recipes of an economical
order, and she began searching through
some papers she had laid aside for the
new instructions for reducing the high
cost of living.
the dinner that evening showed
some signs of attempted reduction, but
even though Steers might have felt the
shortage he knew his wife was only
trying to carry out his suggestion, and
he said nothing. AS time went on the
bread crumbs combinations which fire.
quently appeared seemed rather the
most unsuccessful results of the econ
omizing process. Apparently the last
straw" was laid upon the long suffer-
ing husband one evening when he at
tempted to eat q mixture posing as
pudding. For Ida saw that the dish
had been set aside, and that hubby was
pretending to have developed sudden
fondness for bread and butter.
II thought" she said regretfully,
you liked bread pudding"
Eyes, did. But that might have
been because was younger. Ones
taste changes. Then mother used to
put a lot of raisins and all sorts of
things In"
"Oh yes, no doubt. And by the time
she had got through with the raisins,
and the eggs, and the rich cream she
had q pudding too expensive to make
1t any economy to save the crumbs"
snapped Ida.
Mother never was an extravagant
cook. At least I've always heard 9TH
ers say so" answered George.
AS a very large oak can grow from
very small acorn, so can a good
sized quarrel grow out of a slight mis-
understanding. Mothers cooking YER
sus wif1e's resulted in a domestic
cyclone. George had meant never to
bring up that dangerous point, but
had In way been goaded to 1t. Ida
had meant to be entirely reasonable at
the outset, but the worries and vexa-
lions to which she had been subjected
in her well-meant attempts to achieve
economical results, and the evident
failure of her efforts had "got on her
nerves." and unexpected mines were
exploded with dire results to the hap
piness of both.
You'd better go home and get some
of mothers bread pudding retorted
Ida. "As for me. I'm going to moth
ers. I'm tired of this"
True to her word, Ida packed a bag,
and took the train for mothers"
George was not In the frame of mind
to beg her not to go, and after her de-
parture went to a restaurant and or
dered a meal without the slightest re-
gard for governmental instructions. He
continued to eat at the restaurant, the
toothsome menus in some slight degree
making up for the absence of his wife.
But even the brute man cannot be en-
tirely satisfied with the delights of
good feeding. The masculine heart and
soul have some demands, no matter
however slight, and George Steers had
considerably more Of the finer fiber
than the coarse. The house was hor-
ribly lonely, and the first heat of re-
sentiment being over, and reason be-
ginning to assert herself, Steers took
himself to task, and debated as to the
best course to take. He had not sup
posed Ida would remain away more
than few days, but when the time
wore into week. and then into nearly