New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1921-09-21
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BY HAZEL L.sLANGDALE.
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by Mcclure Newspaper synd

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Remember to feed the cat, put the 4
bottles out for the nlilkman, take your
medicine regularly, and don't clean
house!" Polly kissed her husband az
fectionately and FASTENED out.
john watched his wife go down the
street, waited tolWaYe to her when She
reached the corner, then turned away
ana gazed gloomily about the comfort
able sitting room, suddenly, for sdmee
reason or other, become so forlorn. * ct
this sending away. of his wife 5oEy "a
little visit to their son had been his
!, own doing. After playing the part Of
faithful nurse to his six weeks attack
OF rheumatic. fever she certainly de-
served, now that he was well on the
road to recovery, a bit of vacation
The first few days Of Polly's absence
passed away pleasantly.
But by the end of the week he began
to look around for something to do and
sheepishly recalled his wife's admoni-
ton about cleaning house.
As he limped slowly from room to
room he was aware that everything
was as neat as a pin.
StraightaWay John plunged into his.
task, poking abandonedly into jars and
bottles and paper bags, arranging and
rearranging things to suit his mascu-
line idea of the way pantry shelves
should be.
Two weeks later Polly came home,
rosy checked once more, glad to see
her husband, and overlooking with
stories about the darlingness .of John,
third. ;fSas ;,Iissss
81 just guess. you'll, be pleased to
have some more, good things. to eat,
John, DEAR she said ITO begin with
I'm going to make up your, rfaYorite
chocolate cake for support"
SIS Polly's husband, supremely content
to have her back, sat in the old
kitchen rocker, comfortably putting his
pipe, his eyes happily watching mis-
wife as she hustled about.
! Presently she disappeared into the
around. Then she emerged and he
heard her say half to herself, "There
now, was afraid I was out of it, Rut
I find I have got little baking powder
after all. Thought I'd have to borrow
mite from Dora
John chuckled, remembering where
he found that baking powder. Why
would women, the best of them, mind
| you, tuck away little dabs Of stuff in
old envelopes or paper bags and then
forget all about them? If it hadn't
been for his putting that baking pow
der into an old baking powder can
where it belonged, she'd have had to
trot over to neighbours, wasting
time.
Half an hour later his wife opened
the oven door and in his minds eye
John plainly visualized the cake in all
its wonderful three-storied glory, each
layer a miracle of lightness. An ex-
clamation from his wife punctured the
vision. 49,
"Why, why, why, John, I've never
had that happen before!' Polly's face
expressed utter dismay.
John rose and peered over his wife's
stopped shoulder. On the oven rack
were three cake tins, each sending. forth
/ 3 delicious odor and containing some
thing that was nicely Drowned, but
which lay flat as the proyerbial pan
cake. II can't understand it," Polly
i walled.
SHE walked over to the table, picked
up the baking powder can, tipped out
a little of the contents in her palm and
! tasted it. For moment she stood
there with a puzzled frown on her
forehead. Then, "rhats not baking
! powder-that's boric acid!" she cried
For a moment John did not under
stand. Then, slowly, a great light broke
upon him and sheepishly he grinned.
,,".A1y fault, Polly" he confessed. q
1 found a. little envelope, full Of white
powder on the shelf. IT said on iit----I
/ thought B. p, guess 1t must have
been b. A. Written in pencil you
know, and not very clear Anyhow, il
appeared to me like baking powder
4 and I put it where it belonged"
well of all things T. said his wife
fThat's what Mary used to use for the
baby left it the time she was here
| visiting. suppose to a man they look
d exactly alike" She paused and eyeG
her husband suspiciously but what
4 were you doing fooling around those
pantry shelves? q
/ Cleaning 'em," said john meekly
Then he frightened. Look, here
/ Polly. Forget about it. I'm punished
anyhow, by losing the scake!' He
looked for all the world like crest
fallen child---like John, Jr., used tc
$ when he was a little chap.
Polly melted. 81
Never mind, John, you'll get your
calse. I'm going right over to Dora!
for some baking powder. But while
Tn gone, John, don't, DON'T"
'sNo, / WON'T" interrupted her nus
band, mot ever again. z
d The Home Of Culture. s1
s.Now Johnny, said the Boston