The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1920-10-28
BISCUIT PERFUME
BY \. RAY BAKER

LIE u1cdin anu MS eyes SpranR ODen
Tho room looked the same az Al.
ways and yet there seemed something
strange about 1t. Finally It dawued
on MIN that perfume from the past
was seeming up his surroundings-s
perfume OF baking biscuits.
The strange thing about It was that
n his dream he had been seated NJ n
table about to begin an attack on
warm biscuits and maple syrup.
The faint sound of an oven door
banging shut and the rattlIng OF pans
came from the next room.
"Fhe new light housekeepers ;.
George commented. as he crawled from
Ded and began to dress. THAT won't
last long. Mrs. Maloney simply won't
stand for any baking"
Arriving at his Office. George waded
Into his correspondence, gave instruc-
tons 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. he had given her
scarcely q thought. he was 30 busy
making good In the real estate game :"
and besides. his fellow workers wero
acquainted with number of attractive
city girls. one Of whom quite cap
tivated George and allowed him to
spend great deal of time with her
and great deal Of money on her: un-
til her former sweetheart, who had
been West. came back aad married
her. and took her to Colorado.
When George recovered from the
blow he discovered he had never loved
Vivian; 1t had been simply a case Of
infatuation. His thoughts naturally re-
verted to Elsie, and he attempted to
renew his neglected correspondence
with her. His letters came back un-
opened, stamped "Unclaimed." He
wrote to mutual friends and learned
that Elsie and her mother had left
Harbor Springs and were living in Chi
cago. although their address was unob-
tainahle.
"Why not pay the old town visit,
anyhow" he asked himself after a few
moments more Of cogitado1.
Twelve hours later he stepped OF
the train at Harbor Springs. AS he
walked up bluff his gait increased.
Before long he met a farm fivver
in which he noticed a number of large
tin cans.
Hello" he called. "Wait minute"
The driver applied the brakes, aad
the machine stopped.
well, we'll" said the driver. III II
amt George Henderson
"Bill Jackets!" George exclaimed,
and he extended hand, which met
a firm, warm clasp. Are you still deal
ing In maple syrup7"
you bet. Here's thirty gallons. I'm
taking 'em to the store"
Wont Twenty-Five be enough for
the stOre?" asked George. reaching for
his pocketbook. II haven't tasted
maple syrup ia ten years."
Nope. I can't sell It." Bits 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 trudged on
with his can of syrup. 1t was heavy.
but II wouldn't be after he found the
shady spot. Soon he came to a four
On each Of the corners was
house. George paused in front Of the
smallest.
"Elsfe's old home" he sighed. won
der who lives there now?"
He mounted the porch. The door
was open and only a screen barred his
progress. To his establishment the
,ame perfume that had assailed his
iostrlls two mornings ago came from
he interior of the house.
He knocked. and o middle-aged lady, |
With white hair. hustled to the door.
Nhea George saw her he dropped tho |
an of syrup on the porch floor.
Mrs. Havers!" he almost shouted, !
vrInging her hand. i
well. well. George. It does seem |
yood to look on your face once more.
Ind what's In that can? Maple syrupf
might have knowed 1t. You're just |
n time for breakfast-and we have
do for breakfast
won d0un n DotrOit-"
George was walking toward the
dtchen. He stuck his head through |
he doorway and his eyes took in a
Dung lady bending before the oven.
he girl looked up and their Glances
net.
"What-what are you doing here?"
he faltered. and her eyes found the
DOR.
II just dropped in for breakfast.
'ou see. have maple syrnp, and you
you have the biscuits; so thought
e might collaborate.
Yes" observed Mrs. Havers, as
be poured syrup on a biscuit. I've
fought 1t would be nice to spend the
lmmer in the old home-be resorters.