The Wisconsin tobacco reporter. (Edgerton, Wis.) 1877-1950, 1919-02-14


There you soggy thing, / just knew
you would come out horrid," said
Marie as she closed the oven door
and placed the cake on The kitchen
table.
81 have always had bad luck when
/ want things to be especially good,
but it's all the fault of that flour
substitute, and mother did want me
to use it. Such daysfor her to choose
to go TO town just when Mark and
Phil Gordon are coming from camp"
Marie had never met the Phil Cor
don of whom shs spoke. but she had
seen him several times. and as he was
her brothers chum at camp, she was
anxious that everything, herself in.
cluded, should look attractive when he
made his first visit; therefore her fret
full remarks about a perfectly good
war cake.
With resolution to make the best
of what she had. Marie whipped up
frosting for the cake, observed that 1t
didn't look so bad after all. and set It
on chair outside the kitchen door so,
that the. icing would be hard and cool
in time for luncheon.
Then she busted about and set the
table for three. as her mother would
not be home until late. A hurried
glance at the clock showed her that
she had just 20 minutes In which to
dress before her brother and his cnum
were due, so with last look around at
the snowy linen, cleaning silver ana
the glowing chrvsanthemums in the
center of the table, she gave a salts
fed sigh. and went to her room to
make good enough better, as Mark
used to tell her.
Twenty minutes passed and Marie
returned and stepped outside the door
TO get her cake. What sight met
her eyes! The cake was there, Ger.
tainly, but perched on top of it. con-
tentetllv tapping the frosting, was
Spug, neighbours cat!
Marie cried ont and made dash for
1t but the culprit eluded her grasp aud
sprang off the steps, running for Its
life. And Marie, thoroughly angry,
snatched up the cake and hurled it aft
er the animal. which was nearing the
corner Of the house.
"You horriti BEAST" she cried and
stopped short in amazement for around
the corner came a young man in khaki
Just in time TO get the cake squarely
in the face.
II VIM" cried voice from the other
side. and turning quickly Marie saw
Mark, who had come from the opposite
direction, stop In establishment.
"Good heavens! Sis" he said. what
ever have You been doing to Phily'
Then he burst out laughing and Phil,
who had by now disengaged the sticky
mess from his face, soon joined him,
but Marie. now that her first burst Of
anger was over, stood dumb with en-
barrassment Seeing this, Mark took a =
hand in the situation and introduced
his chum. explaining that they had
raced to the door to see which was
the nearest way.
By the time the tale was finished
Marie had recovered her poise and
amid much laughter told them the
story OF her war cake.
"But," she ended, blushingiy, throw.
ing glance at Gordon. II don't al
ways greet our callers that way. and
If you will come IN think we will
have our luncheon without the Inflated
cake"
S Private Phil Gordon. catching a
glimpse of curly, brown hair. bright
eyes and elusive 1imples. vowed that
no matter how she greeted others he
would do his best to make her greet.
ing for him always cordial. and some
time later. as he found many occa-
sions to call, it proved even more than
cordial