Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1921-09-30

' ''' inc ih'lhillan take your
medicine regularly and don't clean
house y Polly kissed her husband nj.
Iecllonately aud FASTENED out.
John watched his wife 20 down ,ba
street, waited to wave to her when eha
reached the corner. then turned ov,av
ana gazed gloamily about the ronforl.
ahle sitting room, suddenly. for some
reason or other, become so forlorn yat
tils sending away Of his wife or n
little visit to their son had been his
own doing. After playing the mar, of
faithful nurse to his six weeks attack
OF rheumatic fever she certainly de.
served, now that ne was well on tha
road to recovery, a bit of a vacation
The first few days of Poly's absence
passed away pleasantly.
But by the end of the week he began
10 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 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 darllngness of John.
third
Il 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 favorlte
chocolate cake for support
Polly's husband supremacy 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
| pantry and he heard her rummaging
around. Then she emerged and he
| heard her say half to herself, "There
now. I was afraid was out Of it. But
find have got little baking powder
after all. Thought I'd have to borrow a
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 viSualzed the cake in all
its wonderful Unrestricted glory, each
layer miracle of lightness. An ex-
clamation from his wife punctured the
vision.
"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
delicious odor and containing some
| thing that was nicely Drowned, but
which lay fiat as the proverbial pan
cake. ~ can't understand it," Polly
| 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, That's 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'
my fault, Polly" he confessed q
I found a little envelope full of white
powder on the shelf. 1t said On it-l
| thought-'B. p | guess it must have
been II. A. Written in pencil, you
know. and not very clear. Anyhow, it
| appeared to me like baking powder
and put it where it belonged
"Well-of all things" said his wife
THAT'S what Mary used to use for the
baby-left it the time she was here
visiting. | suppose to a man they look
| exactly alike" She paused and eyed
her husband suspiciously. But what
were you doing fooling around those
| Dantry ShelVeS|
"Ceaning 'em," said John, meekly
Then he frightened. Look, here,
Polly. Forget about it. I'm punished.
anyhow. by losing the cake' He
looked for all the world like a crest
fallen child-like John, Jr, used to
when he was little chap.
Polly melted.
Never mind, John, you'll get your
cake. I'm going right over to Dora
for some baking powder. But while
I'm gone. John, don't, don't
NO. | won't" interrupted her hrs
band, mot ever again"