Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-10-04
DAILY NOVELETTE,
"RISCUITS'
by Doris 1. Condor

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came waited on the hot Angus
breeze through the screen door to tn,
woman busy at the zinc. Her plumI
arms were crimson from contact with
hot water, and her hair clung In
little dark tendrils to her forehead.
| "Now what on earth does that mar
want" she said to herself as she dried
her hands on her apron and, opening
the door. ducked under her line of newly
washed clothes. -
Eyes, Hiram, I'm coming" she call
ed as she caught sight of bald head
and a pair of blue goggles appearing
above the back fence.
Mandy Wemont and Hiram Long,
spinster and professor, respectively, had
lived side by side for the last twenty
years. and Mandy had always been "a
friend in need to the lonely old bacbe-
lor and ncighbor.
The owner Of the blue goggles ut
tered sigh Of relief as he saw Ger
and raised himself on tiptoe.
''Look, Miss Mandy" he said de-
iectcdly, 81 tried to make some bread. ,,
And, sticking his hands through the
fence, he awaited Miss Mandy's inspec-
ton.
All ten fingers were covered with n
wet sticky mass. 1t hung in strings
and dropped upon Miss Mandy's bed of
pansics beside the fence.
MY. what mess ~ she exclaimed.
"You wait and I'll come right over"
Going down to the corner of the fence
she squeezed through hole which had
been made by knocking off some Stats.
Hiram. with his hands extended straight
before him. was waiting at the door.
She pushed him into the kitchen, took
down the wash basin and filed it with
water.
''Now put your hands in there and
git EN- clean while | see what this mess
on the table is.
A pan Of what looked like very soft
putty graced the table. Hiram, at the
sink dried his hands on the roller
towel. Il was down to Mrs. Smiths to
supper last night and she had some bis
cults. They tasted fine, so l thought
I'd make some. Why" as he caught
sight of the empty pan, where are
they?"
Threw 'em away said Mandy
"Sit down and I'll make YOU
some good ones"
Hiram sat with his hands on his
knees, his eyes never leaving Mandy
until the oven door banged on the bis
cults.
I've got to go home now, Hiram.
Those biscuits will be done in lust
twenty minutes I'd eat them with
that peach marmalade 1 gave you last
night if l We're you," and the screen |
loor slammed behind her.
Hiram sat still in his chair, his ewes !
On the clock until the final second of |
the twenty minutes was up. Then he
went to the oven. The door was hot |
md he grabbed his coat tails to open
It. All, what a fragrance, Setting the
pan of brown biscuits upon the table |
ne went to the closet and came back
With the peach marmalade, butter and
l knife. Breaking open one of the ,
biscuits he put in n chunk of butter.
nread on some marmalade and took Il
zig bite. Paradise could be nothing
ike this. Life was worth living after
Ill.
Hiram set the rest of the biscuits
back on the stove and with a satisfied I
ceiling in his stomach, and an expectant
oOk upon his face. went around to
Nandy's front porch.
The sun was just going down, and
Mandy, by the slowly fading light was
Hiram gazed into vacancy as
le seated himself 5on the steps.
Were the biscuits good, Hiram?"
They were fine, Miss Mandy" an
wered Hiram. turning to look up at
Ter. Brown hair and round, smiling
ace made pleasant woman.
Miss Mandy" began Hiram, 81 was
while ate those biscuits you
made me. What's the use of you run
ing this house when you might come
'ver and live in mine, and then neither
# us would be lonesome
why, i could, couldn't I?' replied
Mandy.
And that is why the next week found
'lr. and Mrs. Hiram Long smiling at
zach other across a plate of golden
'rown biscuits.
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