The Elk Mountain pilot., 1923-10-18

n
ake stamps and had charged hin,
with particular vehemence not to To-.
r .nem. Jimmy thought he wouldn't
.. or once he would prove his srustwor-
'.iness' He had therefore immedi.
a'eiy affixed the ten stamps to the
Iough material of his coat sleeve. and
mat oy means Of the mucilage for
'uch purposes provided.
ihere was no denying that T1mmv
mad come home with the s,omns
ui'her' there was no denying tat
ao one could readily get them off.
uis' oatterbox had tried gentle pull.
ing and had even shipped the outer
iuzz OF the goods; but there her inpe.
nuity mad failed. It was left to MrsL
renneid to divest Tommy of the gar.
ineht and immerse the stamps face
aown, in water. which presently die.
slpated the cohesion.
Iheyll be worth money when thew
ury' she said pleasantly, land Won
can stick 'em with mucilage or white
Of egg"
But on her way home her mind was
iuii OF perrle1ity. "I wish there was
TWO of r1e-or something" she
thought. Land knows I'm glad to do
anything I can, but got house to
Keep and three children to support.
IT'S going to take me day and night
both, at this rate"
Inc problem had assumed serious
proportions. More and more fire.
quently Mrs. Penfield was summoned
IN different directions, to solve diff
culties which the tenants might have
solved for themselves. Often she
worked far into the night, ironing or
sewing or mending. because these
tasks mad been crowded out of her in
terrupted day. Moreover, 1t meant
added expense for light and fuel, to
say nothing Of the heat which was
repeatedly wasted in the daytime be-
cause of sudden calls from the neigh
oors. The situation had grown out
OF the few duties which she per-
formed in exchange for her rent-and
had grown naturally. because when a
person of general utility is found, he
Is generally utilized. Mrs. Penfield
was finding herself in a quandary.
She believed in service, but she was
also keenly conscious of home duty.
"1'll bet I'll have to keep office hours
before long," she told herself, as she
entered her own kitchen again.
She found three hungry young
people awaiting her.
What are we going to have for
supper, Penzie?" asked Crink, whose
Interest in this subject was constantly
to be depended upon.
"Well. my dear, we're going to have
grand meal. We're going to have
baked potatoes with chipped-beef
gravy. bought some milk on pur-
pose. And for dessert you'll get
steamed ralsins-six apiece. Amt
that finer
"Ye-ah." grinned Crink. "Just SO
we get full"
THAT'S the idea," she encouraged
There's one thing 1 don't want you
children ever to forget, and that is
It's a privilege not to have but two
kinds to a meal. Some of the highest.
up folks do 1t, and you read in the
paper bout their living simply OF
eating abstemious.' It's considered
great credit to 'em; and, land, you
Just ought to read the health books
Why. they pretty near all agree that
the main trouble with folks is having
too many kinds Of food at once"
"Is ere any cookiesT' inquired Thad
persuasively.
mo. Thad. you can't have two
sweets to a meal. 'Tain't healthy"
"Didn't you hear her say .raisins r
put in Lettie, with great snap
They're more tastier'n cookies any
day. Say. baby. If you want cookie
eat more potato. Can't you flggel
that out for yourselfY"
"They don't taste the same" pro
tested Thad plaintively.
"One's just as filling as the other
smiled Mrs. Penfield, stirring thicken
ing into the gravy. Land, this sup
per's tasty 'nough for anybody. And
wish I could get you to remember
that taste amt nothing but a trich
that your mouth plays on you. What
I'm chiefly aiming at Is your stom
achs. And you got another grand
treat coming tonight. 1 got a fine
story to tell you just's you go to bed
It's bout the lazy beaver"
"Why. Penzie." Crink pointed out
'I thought all the beavers liked tc
work"
1.-THE reg'lar beavers do" admitted
Mrs. Penfield. "but this one didn't. He
was kind Of disgrace to all the Other
beavers, and guess they s'pressed
him somehow. But his story is out
at last, and I'm going to tell 1t tc
you"
"Glory bel" cried Lettie. Il cant
stand 'em too good. When they're
bad, there's more doing"
CHAPTER XII