Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1919-01-30
"Sone Good
By EARL LYNDON
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tOuiu you slNe hte SolnTtHfaE 10
Eat. ma'0mY"
Juttle Barton. bride ~ month,
bretty as n picture, was iuStered and
,ctef so. Her sleeves were rolled to
The elbows aud her hands white With
iour She vas nervous, a tribe irri-
lated. for things were nor going 20
please her. II was not IN her gentle
heart, however. to refuse charity.
There's some warmed-over coffee
snd pm OF biscuits she sail; then
added dublously. III you can make
a meal Of that, come in"
'Biscuits-and pan Of them"
sloated Ben Wolfe, tramp. and his eyes
bulged MS tin plate Just ont Of the
oven was placed before him. d great
cish OF butter and pot Of coffee
''Why they're warm, he exclaimed.
This IS n feast--trying one Of those
royal beauties"
He ate yoraciously He drank
three cupfuis Of coffee, used up al
the butter, bolted the last biscuit;
leaned back with vast sigh Of com
fort ana said polntedly:
"Ma'aIn, you've made a new man ~
me-"
wait" spoke Juttie, as her guest
was about to arise. 81 want to ask
you 4 question, and | want truthful
reply Are those biscuits any good|
"They nre thirty per cent above the
average. but they lack perfection he
cause YOU have used a tiny bit too
much saleratus In EN- and hadn't a
steady fire."
ooh, thank you Thank y>u" cried
Juttie effuslyely. you know, don't
your
81 oughter." announced Ben draw
Ing himself up with certain pride,
Seeing that was once chef of the
leading hotel in Chicago. Them was
the old days, maam, afore took TO
drink"
"a chef-and you know all about
cookery :" chlrped Juttle delightedly.
"Oh, dear! how you can help me, II
you win Those are the first biscuits
| ever made, and knew they weren't
exactly right Nou1l post me. you'll
tell me what to do, won't You? wish
to make biscuits, pie and a cake
81 was an expert IN all three" vaunt-
cd Ben, Nov then. ma'am, IL you'll
make me proud by taking down the
directions ! give you. and then let me
sort Of guide the actual cuisine, I'll
tell you more In five minutes than a
correspondence cookery school would
In month
lutte fitted about, excited and ra-
dant. Ben directed. he assisted he
wrote down innumerable recipes for
Juttle. but he let her do the work,
con" screamed .Tuttle In perfect
dellrium of joy MS the cake came out
ot the oven poem Of beauty. and In
rapture She gazed from It 10 the pie.
and thence 10 the snowy-whlte bis
cults. ana then all over them again
IN turn.
"Now, ma'am," pronounced Ben,
you've caught the Enack You've got
the dainty touch Study out them
recipes and you can take the prize ev-
cry time"
81 don't know how to thank you
Oh, You good useful man" cXuber-
atrd Juttie, and she handed Ben Il
dollar. lie drew hack from the prof
FER, but she insisted Please please
aout spend Il IN drink, viii you?' she
pleaded
Il won't. ma'um," pledged Ben quite
seriously you've given me an idea,
Il sort Of impetus Wen call It Jolt,
II You like, and see what comes Of Il.
hope youll cook your way into the
heart Of your husband double sure.
and I'm a better man for having met
yor."
So Zen Wolfe went his way. and
| Juttie Barton scored the triumph of
her life. 1t seemed that she had been
married barely four weeks Until that
morning IN old aunt had seen to the
household duties Now, thrown on
/ her own resources, Iuttie had nuS-
tered aud aouudered until the fortul-
tous appearance of the tramp had
solved her difficulties. what had wor-
red her most was that her mother-lu-
law was ter be at tea that evening she
passed the hnpplcSt hours of her HE
Airs Barton was delighted over her
cookery Ned was proud and compl
meutary and pleased as was Jut-
tie when She rcclted the assistance
Ben had given her.
Ii was about six months after that
and Nod and .mttlc, visiting the city
were looking for restaurant wher
they passed one glowing with electric
lights and great plate glass windows
n Just beyond these, wearing the con
vcnuonul white cap and immaculate
aprou of the chef dc cuisine, guardian
over three gus stoves. was-a trans
formed Ben Woltei He was plump
clean.Shayeu, brisk. hearty fairly
blooming with contentmcnt AM pros
/ pcrity.
, "Oh. Ned My cookery teacher .
crlcd Juttie, and impulslvely hurrle,
him into the place and confronted IN,
delighted Ben and introduced Ned.
There's a table over there, Mr. an,
Mrs Barton. Ssid Ben, indicating Il
"Ouce yen, Mrs barton, was the host
cs> Won't you let me return the com
pllmentf" And oh what attendance