The Lamar register., 1919-09-24
ALL IN A STEW
BY LUCY HIFToN.

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Smells uwfully good, declared big
Bill Priutlry. coming into the Kitchen
from The garden aud smiling about.
How long before dinner. Elcnnort"'
About twenty minutes" briskly re-
turned his tiny wife. stopping To- turn
a pan of biscuits In the oven. I'm Just
going to put the potatoes In the stew
now"
"Stew's the stun for hungry garden
ers." Bill replied approximately.
Lucky I had vacation today, that
garden needed hoeing badly. Hellol" he
exclaimed. glancing out of the window.
whats upi Somebody's having tire
trouble. Guess I'll run out minute
and see II can help"
Eleanor" he called in tone Of min.
xled awe and excitement a few min.
utes later, "it's John Gillespie, head OF
the firm. and II will he quite some time
before he gets fixed up. so asked him
In TO dinner"
Eleanor stared at her husband In
omlnous silence. In n moment she
found her voice.
blll fFllllltN. Wllbl NFNf Nbh
ing OFF, she demanded. To-day of all
days. I'm ironing. too. And We've
nothing but lamb stew. biscuits and
boiled custnrd.'
"rm sorry" lie whispered. stepping
up softly behind her and kissing y
saucy curl on her neck.
Eleanor r-Iented. 'I'll have to- think
IT something more suitable In jinr."
she returned. smiling Into hi~ great
brown eyes.
She stepped into the pantry and Sc
l-cted n Jar Of OK tongue. She would
cut II In thin slices and gurnish with
parsley. That would be vastly supe-
rior to plain lamb stew.
She glanced ut the clock.
Fortunately. she had saved some po-
tstoes from the stew. She would
cream them. There would be time for
a tomato bisque. and with the addition
Of a few egg whites whipped she would
turn her boiled custard into a floating
island and dot Il with currant Jelly.
She slipped into a pretty gray wolfe
house dress, and flushed and smiling
she welcomed her unexpected guest.
After a few minutes chat she ex-
cused herself. leaving Bill to entertain.
She hurried into the pantry, but
stood petrifed with horror as she be
held the platter Of choice tongue float
ing 10 = pan OF milk. In her haste
she had left the platter uncertainty
perched on the window sill and a good
stif breeze had done the mischief.
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gency shelf revealed can of crab
meat that was too small. Salmon and
dried beef were worse than lamb stew.
Che sighed. She must serve this plebe-
Ian dish after all. She would serve
the stew en- casserole. II wouldn't be
bad, after all. with carrots and peas.
81 wonder II you ever eat lamb
stewr asked Eleanor slightly apollo
getic after the soup course had been
disposed.
MY favorite dish" responded Mr..
Gillespie. Nothing beats real home
cooking.
After a few mouthfuls, he contin-
ued: "Its just like mother used TO
make for me when / came home from
school. And 1t justifies the tantalizing
odors that were waited out to me
when, zip, bang went my tire. | was
wishing my good fairy would invite me
to dinner when. 10 ! my tire turned the
trick"
Eleanor flushed with pleasure. There
was no mistAking his sincerity.
Mr.. Gillespie took the lead In the
conversation, and before either Flea
nor or Bill realized II. he had them
telling him their hopes and aspira-
tfons.
After his departure. Eleanor looked
at Bill = long moment. what do you
make out of II sllY" she asked as she
hurried back to her ironing.
"He seemed mighty Interested in us
here in our home" returned Bill dubi-
ously. But l never hattered myself
that he even noticed me In the Office.
Just drudge along with the rest of
tbs wachinsry."