The weekly Iberian. (New Iberia, La.) 1894-1946, 1921-04-23
A Recipe for
Happiness
By ROSE MEREDITH.
s@s raa1. BY Meclure Newspaper syndieate)

CoS. 1921 by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicste)
Everett found Nancy copying
recipe from an old brown book. she
was seated at her own desk IN a corner
Of her fathers library and she rose W
greet him with outstretched hands ana
an amazing color In her fair cheeks.
Are you very busy?' lie asked Win
mock anxiety.
yes indeed, but not too busy to De
glad to see you. There's the telephone
Excuse me a moment Bob.
She fitted across the room TO the
telephone and Bob picked up the old
brown book and read the recipe re
Brides Cake" Just as he finished ana
laid the book gently down Nancy came
flying across the room, her cheeks scar
let and her gray eyes stormy.
"Why, you should not look at that )!
she cried. IFS personal" She caught
I'D the book and her copy of the recipe
and thrust them into a drawer, which
she closed and locked with vigor IN
spired by anger.
II didn't realize that you would care
and, oh Nancy, darling, you dont
mean to say that you object TO my DO
ing it-why, | thought very day
/ came to ask you
Nancy was pale now and one couId
see the hidden fear behind the stormy
eyes-that is any one save one VINO
loved her. Bob Everett saw only that
he had mortality offended The girl he
loved above all others. What was the
harm IN his finding her with the copy
of recipe for brides cake-unless-.
His face whitcned, toe, and he stepped
back.
"Of course | saw what recipe you
we're copying" he said stifily, and |
assume from your displeasure that
am not Interested" he floundered
heiplessly
"InterestedY Nancy's tone was
freezing Il am not engaged to marry
you, Bob Everett"
THAT is not my fault" he declared
eagerly. Il came today, Nancy dar-
ling"
"Who gave you permission to ad-
dress me in that way?" asked Nancy
haughtily.
mo one-I ask your forgiveness. and
/ will take myself away at once. |
didn't know that there was any other
man-that is, didn't know you were
going to be married"
81 am sorry" hesitated Nancy, with
dropping eyes.
LET me wish you happiness-all the
Joy I'm the world" muttered Bob and,
snatching up his hat, he dashed out Of
the room, out of IN, house, out of the
city and he would have left the CONT
nent but his firm required his services
then for hazardous trip into Mexico.
He started on this trip in a logged.
hopeless way. resolved to put all his
thoughts Of Nancy Marsh away, to for
get all his dreams of marrying her, but
Nancy had encouraged him and his
hopes had become firmly rooted.
When Bob Everett had gone and the
front door had closed behind him with
a dull echoing, sound. Nancy stood pet
rified at the calamity she had wrought
In her own life. If Bob had not seen
that foolish recipe-if she had only
kept her head. controlled her nasty an
ger, she might have been engaged to
Bob this very moment instead of break
ing her heart about him.
But, she argued. how could she have
explained to him that Grandmother
Marsh, seeming an engagement in the
air. had sent her favorite granddaugh.
ter her own precious recipe book with
injunctions to copy the recipe for max
ing the famous Marsh bridal cakel
And Nancy. her heart and pretty
head full OF nothing but Bob Everett
and the mutual love which had not yet
been confessed openly--though Bob
had tried to propose to her several
times-Nancy. dreaming Of her mar.
rage to Bob, had been caught copying
down the recipe and had denied all In
terest in Bob had even allowed him ia
believe that she was going to marry
another mani II was enough to make
any girl cry her heart out. Nancy grew
pale and thin and declared that she
wanted to pay Grandmother Marsh q
long-promised visit.
well, my DEAR" said old Mrs. Marsh
as they sat before the fire that evening
Of Nnncy's arrival, show Is my old Ia
vorite, Bobby Everettf'
81 don't know" said Nancy in a qua.
vering voice.
"Tell me all about IT," said the old
lady tenderly. as she saw hot tears
falling on the ancient recipe book. Sc
Nancy put the book In the wrinkled
hands and her own bright head In
Tandmother's ample lap and sobbed
cut the whole foolish story.
When she had finished Mrs. Marsh
petted the brown book and laid Il
aside Your grandfather used to cal
that cake recipe our recipe for happi
ness" she said quantity. "He de
dared TINT the -four and eggs ant
butter were the rich foundation of hap
piness, blended skillfully and combined