Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1920-07-23
BISCUIT PERFUME
BY r. RAY BAKER

AZ seven O'Clock George Henderson 3
| alarm clock rang dowa the curtain On
| The dream and his eyes Sprany omen.
The rooIp looked the same as al
ways. aud Net there seemed something
strange about it. Finally II davnrd
nn him that II perfume from the pas;
was seeming up his surroundings
| perfume uf baking biscuits.
The strange thing about il was HAT
| In his dream he had been seated M a
| tnble about to begin an ntinrk on
warm biscuits and maple syrup.
The faint sound of an oven door
| hangng shut ana the rafting of pans
came from the next room.
The new light housekeepers."
George commented, as he crawIed from
bed and began TO dress. "rhat wont
last tong Mrs Maloney simply won't
stand for any baking"
Arriving at his office. George waded
into his correspondence. gave inStruc.
tionS to his assistants and clerks then
secluded himself from all callers aad
gave himself up to day dreams
Elsie Havers was the cause and the
subject of these Dreams George could
not forget her, although he had seen
her last ten years ago. At first. when
he came to Detroit ne had given her
scarcely n thought, he was so busy
making good in the real estate "game :"
and besides, his fellow workers we're
acquainted with number of attractive
city girls, one of whom quite can
ttvatcd George and allowed him to
spend great deal of time with her
end great deal of money on her; I'M
I'll her former sweetheart, who had
been West, came back and married
her, and took her to Colorado.
When George recovered from the
blow he discovered he had never loved
Vivian; it had been simply a case of
infatuaton. His thoughts naturally re-
verified to Elsie, and he attempted TO
renew his neglected correspondence
with her. His letters came back I'M
opened, stamped "Unclaimed." He
wrote to mutual friends and learned
that Elsie and her mother had left
Harb0r Springs and were living in Chi
eagO, although their address was unob-
tninable.
why not pay the old town visit,
anyhow he asked himself after a few
moments more of cOgftatiOn.
Twelve hours later he stepped off
the train at HarbOr Springs. AS he
walked up a bluff his gait increased.
Before long he met q farm hivyer
in which he noticed a number of large
IN cans
Hello" he called. "Wait a minute"
The driver applied the brakes. AID
the machine stopped.
We'll, we'll" said the driver. "If 1t
amt George Henderson,
"Bill Jackets! !" George exclaimed
end he extended a hand, which met
firm, warm clasp. Are you still deal
ing in maple syrup?"
You bet. Here's thirty gallons. I'm
taking 'em to the store"
Wont twenty-nine be enough for
the store" asked George, reaching for
his pocketbook. 81 haven't tasted
maple syrup in ten years"
Nope, l can't sell It," Rilrs face
was covered with multitude of grin
ming wrinkles as he added. 'but I'll
give you one, for old times sake, YOU
know. You used to be my best GUS
toner"
George thanked him and trndged on
with his can of syrup. 1t was heavy,
but 1t wouldn't be after he found the
shady spot. Soon he came to a four
corners. On each of the corners was a
house George paused in front of the
smallest
"Elsie's old home" he sighed "Won-
der who lives there now?"
He mounted the porch. The door
was open and only screen barred his
progress. To his establishment the
same perfume that had assailed his
nOstrils two mornings ago came from
the interior of the house.
He knocked, and a middle-aged lady.
With white hair, hustled to the door.
When George saw her he dropped the
can of syrup on the porch floor.
Mrs, Havers!" he almost shouted,
wringing her hand
well, well, George 1t does seem
good to look on your face once more.
And what's In that can? Maple syrup?
might have knowed it. You're just
In time for breakfast-and we have
observation-disclosures do for breakfast
even down in Detroit"
George was walking toward the
Kitchen. He stuck his head through
the doorway and his eyes took In a
Eoung lady bending before the oven.
The girl looked up and their chances
met
"What-what are you doing here?"
she faltered. and her eyes found the
door
Il Just dropped in for breakfast
Fnu see, have maple syrup and you
you have the biscuits; so thought
NE might cOllaborate.
Yes" observed Mrs. Havers. as