The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1919-08-30

that she pronounced perfection. Ev-
erv afternoon she would take long |
drive, usually with woman friend,
for Dale seldom could get away from
business.
Now there was only one thing need
ed to make his happiness complete.
That necessary element was a cook
who could make the right kind of Waf-
neS. He continued his search but his
efforts were fruiteSS.
At last he gave up in disgust. There
was only one chance left, and it looked
hopeless. He would try making waf-
hes himself.
One afternoon, while his wife was
away on a drive, and he had cleaned
IN his work sooner than usual, he
came, went into the kitchen and I'M
earthpd cook book, in which he
found a recipe that suited his purpose
so he dOnned an apron and pro-
ceeded to cover himself and snare
of his surroundings with -four, mix
and eggs. But somehow he managed
to cOncoct a yellow mass that looked
as if it might do.
In the drawer Of the cupboard Dale
found a small brush, and with TINS ne
smeared the waffle iron Thoroughly
with grease The brush was an ola
one however, and a number OF the
bristles played truant and stuck to the
irons.
After painstakingly picking Oft the
vagrant bristles, during which opera
ton he burned two fingers, he took the
pitcher and poured heavy coat OF
batter on the lower iron. 1t began TO
sizzle, and he clamped the other iron
down quickly. From between the two
at once emerged a sticky mass that
spread itself generously over the SIDES
of the irons, finding Its way inc -
gas flame, which it threatened TO ex-
tinguish.
He turned the irons quickly, as the
directions admonished him to do, and
lifted one and peered inside. There
was a waffle in the making, sure
enough, but it was sad specimen
He left it moment, then essayed tc
, turn it again, but in some manner the
irons became separated and the hair
Ill info
! fire.
Dale stood with his hands on MI
: hips, his face fecked with batter ant
/. ragged. However, he was still deter
mined, and as there was considerable
batter left in the pitcher, he set Il
? work again.
= This time he exercised more pru
{ dence and put only small dab on tn
n iron. 1t proved to be enough to cove
e little more than One-Quarter OF IN
a surface when it had been pressed ou
q He tried to add more, and while $
doing he let the top iron fall to tn
p floor, where it narrowly missed hi
" foot. He recovered 1t and proceede
q to clean 1t. In the meantime the ba
Il ter he had left on the other half
q the apparatus burned to a crisp.
II Dale ran his hands through his ma
=. in desperation, leaving blotches OF ye
- low on his black locks.
whats going on?" inquired a voic
\ end he saw his wife standing In tt
n door, a perpIexed look on her face
10 ''I'm trying to make waffies," he e
~ plained. "Tve kept it a dark seer
- =. from you, but I'm just desperate to e.
~ 9 good waffle"
u. She chased him from the kitchen.
" $50 and clean up" she ordered, al
~ II. try my hand at the business. B
~ don't you dare come near. I'll ha
to straighten things up and make son
~ rev batter"
III Half an hour later Dale was call
Ut to dinner, and when he sat down
ne the table he found nice, plum
p brown. steaming waffle confronti
he him. while more were in process
ey making. With trepidation he bit in
yo it, after spreading it with butter a
al Sirup.
mt "Fine!" he cried, as he slowly sw
nut lowed the morsel. That's the bt
M waffle I ever had"
fiji She smiled sweetly at him from
Jar stove and turned the irons.
lty "Of course, you'd have to say tina
I'll she said, seven if it killed you"
He tried another mouthful, this til
ar with more confidence.
er, "Trepeat my assertion" he declar
.dy as he cut another piece for transfer
So his mouth. "Where In the world, ]
sic. did you ever learn it? / know
,as only one other woman in the wo
orc taat can make them, and she used
q work at McSwenson's, back in
he home town."
TO She was laughing.
md THAT'S where used to make thel
she told him.
on
nm Minister Reassured