The Crittenden press., 1920-07-09
BISCUIT PERFUME
Dy \. RAY BAKER


The strange thing about It was that
n his dream he had been seated at q
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.
THE new light housekeepers,"
George commented, as he crawled from
bed 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-
lions to his assistants and clerks, then
secluded himself from all callers ald
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 Hrst. when
he came to Detroit. he had given her
scarcely thought. he was so busy
making good 10 the real estate game"
and besides. his fellow workers were
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 a great deal Of money on her un-
I'll her former sweetheart, who had
been West, came back ald 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
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.
tainable.
"Why not pay the old town a visit,
anyhow he asked himself after a few
moments more Of cogitatio1.\
Twelve hours later he stepped Of
the train at HarbOr Springs. As he
walked up bluff his gait increased.
Before long he met farm fiivver
In which he noticed a number of large
tin cans.
Hello" he called. "wait q minute" +"
The driver applied the brakes, and
the machine stopped.
swell, WE'LL" said the driver. "If Il
amt George Henderson
"Bill Jackets" George exclaimed,
and he extended q hand, which met
a nrm. 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. II haven't tasted
maple syrup In ten years"
Nope. I can't sell IT," B!li's face
was covered with a 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 ou
with his can Of syrup. II was heavy
but II wouldn't be after he found the
shady spot. Soon he came to a four
corners. On each Of the corners was q
house. George paused In front Of the
smallest.
"Elsie's old home" he sighed. "won.
der who lives there nowi"
He mounted the porch. The door
was open and only a screen barred his
progress. To his astonishment the
same perfume that had assailed his
nostrils two mornings ago came from
the interior Of the house.
He knocked. and q 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.
swell. well. George. II does seem
good to look on your face once more
And what's In that can, Maple syrupi
I might have knowed II. You're JUS,
In time for breakfast-and we have
biscuits-always do for breakfast
even down IN Detroit"
George was walking toward the
kitchen. He stuck his head through
the doorway and hk eyes took In q
young lady bending before the oven
The girl looked NJ and their giances
met.
"what-what are you doing herey'
she faliered. and her eyes found the
door.
II just dropped In for breakfast
You see. I have maple syrup. and yor
you have the biscuits: 80 I though
We might collabornte.
Il
yes" observed Mrs. Hnvers. a
she poured syrup on q biscuit. Nv,
thought II would he nice to spend IN,
summer In the old home-be resorters
like the folks over on the point; ~
here we are-came Just yesterda,
morning. Yes. We liked Chicago fairi!
well. hut Elsie thought she could get