Alma record. (Alma, Mich.) 1878-1928, 1921-05-05
BISCUIT PERFUME
BY r. RAY BAKER

the dream and his eyes sprang open.
The room looked the same rs nj.
ways, and yet there seemed something
strange about IL. Finally IL dnwnad
on him that perfume from the pnst
was seeming up has surroundings
perfume Of baking biscuits.
The strange thing about it was that
In his dream he had been seated at n
table about 10 begin an attack on
warm biscuits and maple syrup.
The faint sound of an oven door
banging shut and the rafting 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. aIaloney simply WONT
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 10 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 thought. he was so busy
making good in the real estate game"
and besides. his fellow workers were
acquainted with number OF attractive
city girls. one of whom quite cap
uvated George and allowed him to
spend great deal of time with her
and great deal of money on her; I'M
I'll 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; it had been simply case OF
infatuaton. His thoughts naturally re-
verted Ia Elsie. and he attempted TO
renew his neglected correspondence
with her. His letters came back I'M
opened, stamped "Unclamed." He
wrote 10 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 few
moments more OF cogitation.
Twelve hours later he stepped Off
the train at Harbor Springs As he
walked up bluff his gait increased.
Before long he met farm fivver
In which he noticed Il number OF large
tin cans
Hello" he called "Wait minute"
The driver applied the brakes, and
the machine stopped.
well, we'll" said the driver. "If X
amt George Henderson /"
"Bill Jackets" George exclaimed.
and lie extended n hand. which met
firm. warm clasp. Are you still deal
Ing in maple syrup"
You bet. Here's thirty gallons. I'm
taking 'em to the store"
won't tweny-nine he enough for
the storcT asked George. reaching for
his pocketbook. 81 haven't tasted
maple syrup IL Ten years"
Nope I can't sell IT. Dius face
vas covered with multitude Of grin
ming wrinkles rs he added. "but I'll
give yon one. for old times sake. you
know. You used To be my best Gus
toner"
George thanked him and trdged on
with his can OF syrup. II was heavy.
but II wouldn't be after he found the
shady spot. Soon he came 10 a four
corners. On each Of the corners was
house. George paused I'm front OF the
smallest.
"Elsie's old home" he sighed. "Wor-
der who lives there now?"
He mounted the porch. The door
was open and only a screen barred his
progress. To his establishment the
same perfume that had asSailed h.g
nostrils two mornings ago came frorI
the interior of the house.
lie 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. Havcrs" he almost shouted.
wrnging her hand.
Well well. George. II does seer
good 10 look on your face once rrOre.
And what's In that can? Maple syrup?
| might have knowed II. You're Just
in time for breakfast-and we have
blscuits-always do for breakfast
even down In Detroit"
George was walking toward the
kitchen He stuck his head through
the doorway and his eyes took In
young lady bending before the oven.
The girl looked up and their glanccs
met
"What-what are you doing here?"
she faltered. and her eyes found the
floor.
"I just dropped in for breakfast.
You see. hive maple syrup. and YOU
you have the biscuits; so thought
we might collaborate.
="
Eyes" observed Mrs Havcrs. ms
She poured syrup on biscuit. 1--WE
thought il would he nice to spend the
summer I'm the old home--be rcsortcrs.
like the folks over on tl-i point; so
here we are-came Just yesterday