Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1919-08-30

~ his work sooner than usual he
cane. vent into The kitchen and I'd
earfhed cook book. IN which he
found recipe tina, suited his purpose
go he do1ned sn apron and pro-
ceesied 10 cover himself and 9 share
Of bis surroundings 9TH four. milk
and egg. But somehow be managed
to eoBeoei yellow mass that looked
as II II might do.
In the drawer Of the cupboard Dale
found small brush. and 9l,h this he
smeared the waffle iron thoroughly
with grease. The brush was an old
one. however. and BBfaber Of the
brisiles played traani and stuck to the
Irons
After painsiakIBgly picking OF the
yagranf briHfles. dnring which opera
ton he burned two fingers. he took the
pitcher md poured heavy coat Of
batter on the lower Iron. II began TO
slzzie. and he ciamped the other iron
down quickly. From between the two
Al once emerged a sticky mass that
spread Itself generously over the sides
Of the irons. finding its way into the
gas fame. which II threatened to ex-
fingnisb.
lie turned the irons quickly. as the
directions admonisbed him 10 do. and
lifted one and peered inside. There
was waffle In the making. sure
enough. but II was sad specimen.
He left II moment. then essayed to
turn II again. bur In some manner the
irons became separated and the half
baked cake slid gracefully into the
fire.
Dale stood with his hands on his
hips. his face fecked with batter and
ragged. However. he was still deter
mined. and as there WIS considerable
batter left In the pitcher. he set to
work again.
This time he exercised more pru-
dence and put only small dab on the
iron. II proved TO be enough to cover
little more than one-qnarter OF the
surface when 1t had been pressed out.
He tried to add more. and while 80
floor. where II narrowly missed his
foot. He recovered II and proceeded
to clean II. In the meantime the bat
ter he had left on the other half Of
the apparatus burned to a crisp.
Dale ran his hands through his hair
In desperation. leaving blotches Of yell
low on his black locks.
What's going onY' inquired a voice.
end he saw his wife standing In the
door, perplexed look on her face.
I'm trying to make waffes." he ex-
plsined. "rve kept II dark secret
from you, but I'm just desperate to eat
good waffle"
She chased him from the kitchen.
go and clean up" she ordered. "and
I'll try my hand at the business. But
don't you dare come near. I'll have
to straIghten things up and make some
rev batter"
Half an hour later Dale was called
to dinner. and when he sat down at
tho table he found nice. plump.
brown. steamlng waffle confronting
him, while more were In process OF
making. With trepldation he bit into
1t. after spreading 1t with butter and
strip.
"Flnel" he cried. as he slowly swal-
lowed the morsel. THAT'S the best
waffle I ever had"
She smiled sweetly at him from the
stove and turned the irons.
"Of course, you'd have to say that"
she said. "even II 1t killed YOU"
He tried another mouthful, this time
with more confidence.
II repeat my assertion" he declared.
as he cut another piece for transfer TO
his mouth. "Where In the world, Jes-
sic, did you ever learn 1t? | know of
only one other woman In the world
that can make then, and she used to
work at McSwenson's. back Ia Lly
home town."
She was laughing.
That's where I used to make them"
she told him.