, 1919-01-23
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Bread-An' Butter
-An'-Apple
Butter
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BY KERR
Copyright, 1918. by Mcclure Newspaper
Syndicate.)

S~yndicate.)
She was u little brow wisp of a
thing, sitting in a big chair propped
upon d o TO make her just the right
height to stir the apple butter. h
could rest the long handle of the stir
rer on the arm of the chair so it
would no be so heavy, then she could
keep the paddle moving over the bot
tom of the great copper kettle. To
help keep the rich butter from stick
ing to the bottom of the kettle her
mother had thrown in a number of
bright, new copper cents thoroughly
cleansed with hot vinegar and salt.
If the apple butter was not scorched,
Sarah Jane was to have all the pen
MES for her own, besides, of course,
all of the good bread and butter and
apple butter hat she could eat all
winter
1t was an ideal October day. Along
the fence was a riot of color, with now
and then a sumach. like an immense
bunch of scarlet geraniums or a clump
Of goldenrod. The pokeberries with
their purple inkwells mingled with the
browns, ruSsets and greens of summer
weeds and a great profusion of wild
grapevines. And Sarah Jane APP
proved. The air was spicy with the
fragrance of cooking apples and cider.
The great copper kettle hung over a
slow outdoor fire near the spring
house, and the long stirrer moved
rhythmically yer the bottom, pushing
the pennies about c~easelessly.
Sarah lar was droning an impro-
vised little song which she attuned
to the swish of the pennies and the
gurgle of the apple butter as it surged
through the holes in the wooden pad
die of the stirrer:
ter-pitter-patter-putter-
Observation-Disclosures apple but
Too much hard cider will make you
stutter-"
well, hello, little poet! How do
you know? Tried it? I've brought
the rest of your cider from the mill,
but it's not hard. Where's your
mother?"
Ashamed that anyone, especially
Milo Ward, the idol of her childish
heart, should lave heard her silly lit
tie song, Sarah Jane hung her head in
modification. She would nave run
away, but she was mindful that Dun
can farm was famous for it's apple
butter, which had never been burned.
She tried to pull her little brown bare
feet up under her skirts and almost
upset her precarious perch.
Look out for the throne !' cried
Milo. as he caught the chair and right
ed it on the box. Then, seeing her
embarrassment, he took the stirrer
from her hands, saying gently: Don't
mind me, little ~Say-Jane. Let me
give the stirrer a few whirls while
you find your mother for me-"
Sarah Jane needed no second bid
ding. She found her mother, but
would not return TO her post till Milo
had delivered the cider and gone. She
heard him say to her mother as he
was leaving: II guess I teased Say
Jane, Mrs. Duncan; tell her I'll have
better n next time, for I'm 60
Ing away to college"
October came and went in the val
ley. Other children, sons and daugh-
ters of the farmers, went to college.
Many of them, after finishing, returned
no more, but too up their lives in va
riOus ways in other places. One who
did not return was Milo Ward, for his
family had moved away and the Ward
farm was sold. But Sarah Jane could
not remain away; the old folks at
home needed her. She and her moth
er still made apple butter, but not in
the big copper kettle, for there were
so few now to eat it..
Then war broke out, and Sarah
Jane, patriotic and sweet and whole
some as her w valley, wanted to do
her bit. She would make apple butter
for the soldiers. She brought forth
the copper kettle, and as she sat pa
tiently stirring her thoughts reverted
to that other October day when she
was so mortified. and she and her
mother laughed yer the memory.
When the apple butter was one and
set away to cool in great stone jars,
Sarah ane made n market basket full
of apple butter sandwiches and took
them In to the station. for she had
peer warned that a troop train was
coming.
She delivered the delicious sand
wiches into eager hands thrust through
the windows till she had just one left,
when she saw n soldier hurrylng to
meet her. Thinking that he was com
ing for the treat she held 1t out to
him. crying out her wares in her mu-
steal ~contralto: "Just one of my ia.
nous apple butter sandwiches left.
Warranted pure cider. fresh from the
Duncan farm"
but
teri" mimicked the soldier. "And IT'S
little Say-Jane. too. Don't you tell me
you don't remember me !" and he took
the sandwich and the hand. too.
~ remember that Won promised