The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1920-04-02

element and also bearing a parcel. this one IN
the husbands sinewy apd always competent hands.
"Wonter II they're bringing eats" big BIZ Smith
muttered under his breath He had been as
sured that the Briggs parcel was not good for the
digestion.
81 don't want anybody to look while get It
ready. No fair peeping,' Ada Johnson warned as
she bent over chair in the remote corner of the
room. In amazingly long minute she relieved
the anxiety Of the crowd by setting in the center
Of the table mound Of Easter eggs. colored iI
the most ingenious fashion and bearing the names
Of all the club members. They're warranted hard
boiled, will not shrink, warp or rub of, and they're
to be carried home In the tail pocket of every
fellows dress suit Johnson explained.
"Humph, know better place to carry eggs
than that" Bnls suppressed comment.
"Shall i open mine before after dinner"
Mrs. Briggs asked. the shine having been rather
rudely brushed from her surprise by the hasty
appearance of the eggs.
81 should say you'd have to open 1t before you
eat It," Jones gibed.
Il didn't mean the egg / was talking about
that" and she indicated the carefully wrapped
box on the serving table. just as the waiter ar
rived with the anchovy paste. So II was not until
the interval between soup and roast that she got
around to the openings Of the Easter surprise.
How perfectly beautiful How Interestingly
How unique!" came ln chorus from the ladies. as
she passed out the gifts-made Of Easter cards
of by-gone years, cut out and mounted to form a
mat for an unusually pleasing kodak picture Of
the Briggs The edge of mat and glass had been
cleveriy bound in soft gray green.
II hate you. Vera Briggs" Mrs. Jones CALCULATED
IT couldn't passe partout picture as neatly as
this Is done II worked q week at II. And as for
combining these Easter lilies and angels and 9TH
err ct ceferas-we, suppose It's gift. look at
hats in the windows or on peoples heads, and
think I'll 60 right straight home and get out my
old velvet and ostrich feathers and make swell
hat for myself instead of blowing SIS for II. And
do you know, the most graceful plume In the
world would get as rigid poker the minute
4 get my fingers on itf II makes me sick to see
the things other women can do"
I'D trade my skill mt making pictures and trim
ming hats for the ability TO concoct a salad the
way you do IT," Mrs. Briggs retorted. Every
thing know about cooking I've had to grub for.
i have to have cook book glued to the end Of my
nose, and all my wits about me. And could die
of envy when see you flip things together with
out even looking to see how much you're taking
and have the dish turn out simply delicious"
There, love you again." May Jones dubbed.
"rm going to hang this Easter picture in my bed
room, and every time look at II I'll reflect that
my one poor talent isn't stupid after all. And
cay vers, any time you want to get out OF cooking
IN neal there's loads OF old feathers and hat
shapes and velvet In the old trunk, up In the at
ltic"
SAY girls. n you'll cut II out, I'll tel you a
An season too. got the last chapter Of II while
y was out on the road this past week, and the
orst instAiIment came my wsy when I was .