Grainger County news. (Rutledge, Tenn.) 1917-current, 1919-09-11

up his work sooner than usual. be
came, went into the kitchen and I'M
earthed q cook book. in which be
found a recipe that suited his purpose,
So he dOnned an apron and pro-
ceeded to cover himself and a share
Of his surroundings with flour, milk
and z But somehow he managed
TO concoct a yellow mass that looked
as IL 1t might do.
In the drawer Of the cupboard Dale
found a small brush, and with this he
smeared the waffle iron thoroughly
with grease. The brush was an old
one, however, and a number Of the
bristles played truant and stuck to the
irons.
After painstakingly picking off the
vagrant bristles, during which opera
ton he burned two fingers, he took the
pitcher and poured a 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 into the
gas flame, which 1t threatened to ex-
tinguish.
He turned the irons quickly, rs the
directions admonlshed him to do, and
lifted one and peered inside. There
al a waffle in the making, sure
enough, but 1t was a sad specimen.
He left 1t a moment, then essayed to
turn 1t again, but in some the
irons became separated and the half
baked cake slid gracefully into the
fire.
Dale stood with his hands on his
hips, his face flecked with batter and
ragged. However, he was still deter
mined, and as there was considerable
batter left in the pitcher, he set TO
work again.
This time he exercised more pru-
dence and put only a small dab on the
IRON. 1t proved to be enough to cover
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surface when It had been pressed out,
He tried to add more, and while SO
doing he let the top iron fall to the
floor, where it narrowly missed his
foot. He recovered 1t and proceeded
to clean it. 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 vel
low on his black locks.
"What's going o. ?" inquired a voice
ond he saw his wife standing in the
door, a perplexed look on her face.
"I'm trying to make waffles," he ex'
pleined. 1--WE kept 1t a dark secret
from you, but I'm just desperate to eai
@ 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 som
rev batter"
Half an hour later Dale was called
to dinner, and when he sat down a
the table he found a nice, plump
brown, steaming waffle confronting
him, while more were In process O
making. With t~repidation he bit int
it, after spreading 1t with butter ant
strip.
Zine! !" he cried, as he slowly swal
lowed the morsel. That's the hes
waffle l ever had"
She smiled sweetly at him from tn,
stove and turned the irons.
"Of course, you'd have to say that,
she said, seven If 1t killed you"
He tried another mouthfuI, this tim
with more confidence.
81 repeat my assertion" he declared
as he cut another piece for transfer t
Ills mouth. where in the world, Jes
sic, did you ever learn it? l know o
only one other woman in the worl,
taat can make them, and she used t
work at M~cSwenson's, back In m,
home town."
She vas laughing.
""That's where l used to make them,
she told him.