Shoshone journal., 1923-10-12

'oiu ene members Of her family
.iat IL would be fine spread-this
lille With supplementary details that
auued overwhelmingly TO the weight
Vi her statement. There were to he
unls ana honey for the first course
anu ior the second, tapioca pudding.
II was only the middle Of the after
NOON out preparations were already
uhoer way. Crink had been dis
patched to the store to get the
money. Mrs. Penfield was setting
tne taole In the dining-room. From
'he window she could catch a glimpse
Vi the Mills, kissed green by the recent
rains. Last week 1t had been winter:
To-Day 1t was spring. With the charm
ing caprice that is California's, Janu-
airy had said: II was trying to give
you some winter, but 1 couldn't hold
to It,"
Mrs. Penfeld's heart was full of
thankfulness as she set out the dishes
and placed the silver. She even ar
ranged a centerpiece, a small vase
containing tea rose from a bush that
Mrs. Sanders had raised. At last the
children were to have the surround
ings that help to nurture the home
feeling, a feeling which persists If
1t is incorporated in ones childhood,
but which is never built up in exactly
the same way if that childhood passes
without 1t. Thoughts of other days,
thoughts Of the other home that this
one called up, knocked persistently
against Mrs. Peoaeld's brain, but she
refused to let then enter. Like Miss
Hapgood, she wolfn live in the
present.
The pudding was made. Lettie was
beating the white Of the egg for the
frosting.
Jimmy, amt this cunl" she e1-
claimed. tive always wondered how
II felt to beat an egg. could keep
at 1t till kingdom come"
Crink burst in at the kitchen door.
"Oh, Penzie," he cried, "ev'rybody's 50
excited down to the storeI l got to
go right back, but l had to bring the
here's the honey-and tell you quick"
Mrs. Penfeld took down the can of
sugar from the shelf above the sink.
what is 1t, Crink? What's hap
pened"
He stood In front of her, breathing
hard. his eyes shining with eagerness.
"Oh, there's been a turrible accident,
and the father and mother were
killed, but the baby wasn't and"
"Crink, what are you talking aooutT
demanded Mrs. Penfield in dlsmay.
"Why, Penzie, the baby. Ev'ry-
body's talking bout it to the store.
1t hain't got nobody left-not nobody.
Its folks wasn't related to any other
folks. And everybody that comes in
is talking bout it." Crink gasped for
breath, but jerked out his statements
with wild gesticulations ''Ev'rybody's
saying what'll become of the baby,
and it'll have to go to 'stution, and
so l thought mebbe-"
Lettie reluctantly relinquished the
eggbeater, but zealously advocated the
infant. 20 Penzie, let'si It'd be such
funl Golly, I'd love to have "a"
Mrs. Penfield stirred sugar into the
beaten white and spread the frosting
over the pudding. whats your idea,
Crink?" she asked, as she slid the dish
into the oven for the final browning.
"Well. l thought mebbe we could
lake it. You see, we hain't got any
,aby now-Thad's growing UP so fast
And I'd like" I
"Oh. can't we have it. please, Pen $
,ie.r begged Lettie. "a baby's just
What we need. Thered be s heap
more variety if"
Eyes. it'd be a good way to Ec'
.ariety," agreed Mrs. Penheld, look
ng from one eager face to the other.
I expect you're right. Fact is, been
ind o. worried all the afternoon.
linking how fine we got ev'rythlng'
nd how much we got to do with. and
ow easy it's going to be. Why,
ain't got a thing to do now but keep
no house and do the washings and
,olx after YOU three children; don't
ave TO watch The Custard Cup I all
nv more. know I amt going to teei
ght II ev'rything's so easy
"Oh. then you will Oh. Penzie
ont you hurry and get there for'
,vbody else wants it7"
Land, Crink. there amt never suen
rush as that. But I'll change my
.ess right now and wen go down
bereyer II IL. My goodness, can
ait myself 10 get hold Of that blessed
lby"
Everybody says rs hns one" pu'
Crlnk enthusiastically. "irs heHifhy
IA know-and ey'rytbing"
.Oh. we'll have such fun reislng ~
IA MIS-. Pendeld brlskly, y jus
iow rs going 20 work Out FfaNqf
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