South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1918-03-16

Nobody paid any attention 20 him.
however, for Dicky had added the
lemon juice TO the butter. and was
stirring il with the air of a Druid
performing one OF his rites.
He finished the blending and then
picked up the bowl of oyster juice
and poured its contents slowly in
10 the mixture already i'm chatting
dish, stirring carefully as ne did
so.
When he had stirred il. it was
bubbling. he relaxed his intent look,
and turning 10 US, said:
Who was kicking about the red
pepper? Do you really think 1 had
too much in the last time?"
That was only Harry. Dicky."
Lillian Gale said soothingly. Fix
it up the way you always do, only
hurry for we are all starving
Why don't you begin on the
sandwiches. them"
NO. Dicky- bird" Lillian return
ed with an affected air Of martyr
dom. Not a morsel shall pass our
parched lips until you are ready to
eat too. Perhaps that will hurry
him up a bit" she added with
wink 10 the rest Of Us.
Ready in a minute now" said
Dicky encOuragingly putting in the
oysters after he had carefully sea-
soned the mixture in the chatting
dish with salt. black pepper. pap
rika. and just a dash of cayenne.
Are the hot dishes ready. Madge p"
I touched the bell again for Katie
and at a signal from me she brought
the soup plates, the only suitable
dishes, I had in the apartment. and
placed them before Dicky.
Dicky put liberal portion
on each plate, and Katie
passed them to the guests
Then she passed around the crack
RS and we all were valiant trench
err men" for several minutes.
I had never eaten oyster prepared
in that manner, and I had TO ad-
nit that Dicky was justified in his
boasts to me about his culinary
prowess. They were delicious. and
the plates were quickly emptied.
More" said Harry Underwood
laconically holding up his plate.
Down in front, Oliver Twist,
returned Dicky. Don't you know
my rule, yet? Only one helping of
oyster or otherwise you wouldn't
enjoy the rarebit. You will observe
that the chatting dish is going. But
it will be returned again present
~. and you can put in your time
at those sandwiches, if anybody
takes too many Of EN-, I'll take the
plates away"
"Stingy, stingy." Knocked little
Mrs Lester. Still the rarebit is
worth it. never used 10 like them
until I ate Mr.. Graham's."
Katie had removed the chatting
dish and now she brought it back
again and connected it with the
electric light socket while the wa
ter was coming TO a boil Dicky
took up a cup into which the yolks
of two eggs had been placed and
stirred slowly into it two teaspoons
of dry mustard. two OF Worchester-
shire sauce, two scant ones of but
ter, a few drops of tabasco, dash
of cayenne, another of black pep
per and a liberal sprinkling of salt
and paprika. These were the pro-
portions for two pounds of cheese. /
Katie set at his elbow a bottle OF
ale which Dicky had uncorked in
the afternoon, so that it would be
the exact flavor he wanted. He
finished the blending of the mix
ure i'm the cup, set il aside and put
into the blazer a heaping teaspoon
full Of butter. When il had simmer
ed he added the cheese. Then for "A
few minutes nobody spoke. for
Dicky acted as if the settlement of
the war depended upon his sue
cess in blending the melting cheese
with the ale which he poured on
from time to time almost drop by
drop.
AS he picked up the cup contain
ing the mixture he had prepared
with such care I summoned Katie 10
bring some heated plates. for ]
knew the stuff was nearly done. As
Dicky stirred the mixture i'm the
cup into the mass in the chatting
dish / tried to summon my courage,
for / knew that I must eat some of
Dicky's concoction. 7 have tried
faithfully TO like it for Dicky's sake. |
but / hate the very sight OF it.