The Lamar register., 1917-11-21

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materials. He passed Laura Stevens,
who called to him: "Hello. Mr.. TIL
ston, don't suppose you'll have time
to come to the picnic tomorrow, now
you've taken to making puddings with
your motherT
Mildred Brewer, gayly decked out in
a flowered hat and a many-ruffled
dress, in spite of the early hour of
the day, was giving her mothers pro-
vision order at the store when Harry
reached there.
my word, Harry" she said. "Don't
mind my saying so, but 1 certainly
thought you'd have got some sort Of
an opening from your studies at col
iege without having to come back here
to Bradley to take up pudding max
Ing. Honest, Harry, are you going to
do it all summer?"
The rest of the morning Harry beat
the pudding batter with unusual fer
vor, so much so that little Molly, the
"hired girl" whom Mrs. Tilston had
recently employed, watched him with
something like alarm written on her
girlish young features.
"Do you see anything so very funny
about n man making puddingsf" he
asked her abruptly.
"Funny? Why, of course not" she
said with conviction. "Why, some of
the most successful business men in
the country are what they are because
they managed to make something like
buildings better and in larger numbers
than their competitors"
So the summer passed-the
strangest, hardest yet, in many ways,
most satisfactory summer that Harry
had ever passed. As a result of sew
eral trips to the big city he received
orders for four times as many pud-
dlngs as his mother had ever made be-
fore.
The last pudding had been packed
away, and still Mrs. Tilston had not
had the heart to mention to Molly that,
because the work was ended, she
would not need her services any
longer.
Harry had hurried Off after their
simple supper for the usual walk In
the hemlocks, and within 10 minutes
of the time they had left the house
Harry was filed with the wonderful
consciousness that the girl whom he
regarded as the most womanly and
the sweetest of all the girls he had
ever known had agreed to be his
wife.
81 never thought a college man like
you would marry a poor little hired
girl" she told him.
"And 1 never thought such a nice
girl as you are would marry man
whose idea of starting n career was
to make plum puddlngs In his mothers
Kitchen" added Harry with laugh.
Molly clasped and unclasped her
hands nervously. perhaps 1 look diff
ferently at this plum pudding project
than most people," she began. ''In
fact, It was those plum puddings that
made me come to work for you. I'll
have to tell you how 1t was. Really
and truly, 1 am Mary Louise Juxton-
bury, daughter of Juxtonbury, the
baker"
Harry i'll concealed whistle of SUR
prise, for that was the name of one
of the leading financiers of the state,
WHOSE mllllouS Huu ueeu luuue ny MS
chain of bakeries.
81 wanted to do something-make
money all myself, instead of floating
around in society. So asked dad what
would be a good line and he said
plum puddlngs. He knew there was
a demand for them, and he happened
to get one of the puddings your moth
er sold And-welI. perhaps dads
methods haven't always been just
what yours would be. He told me
the way to make a success of plum
puddlngs was to get hold OF that
recipe. So l came out here and man
nged to get your mother to hire me,
and l learned the recipe. But right
from the first knew I'd never steal II
from you"
Copyright 1871 by the Mcclure Newspa-
uer Evudiental