The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-10-25
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! Mrs. Lane had given Faith q
thorough, old-fashioned training in
housekeeping in all its manifold
branches. Mrs. Lanes mother and hel
grandmother before her had dedicated
Saturday to baking, silver-polishing
marketing so that the whole house
from kitchen pantry to parlor should
Be spick and span Tor sunday.
| Faith followed the tradition slav.
ishly, though she sometimes rebellcd
ut baking innumerable loaves OF
bread for an Unsuitable family, wher
bakers bread actually cost less and
its purchase would have given hel
many precious hours Of freedom.
On the Saturday following Mr.
! Cluny's ceremonious visit for the pur.
pose of asking Cherry's parents fol
her hand in marriage, Faith went
doggedly on with the traditional Sat.
| urday's work, though her heart was
heavy with foreboding. Every nook
and Granny of the shabby little Myr.
| tie street house was fragrant with
/, the spicy odors Of new-baked yeas,
bread, ham roasted with cloves and
| cinnamon bark, marble" cake, choc.
olatc layer cake, raisin-nut cookies
| mincc pies and vegetable soup.
For the last named, all the left.
over vegetables Of the week, kept
sweet and fresh in covered mason
| jars in. the ice box were thrown into
the big iron kettle, to be used as the
main meal for Saturday night sup.
per, as an important part Of every
| meal during the coming week, or as
| long as it lasted. There was precious
little waste in the Lane kitchen.
Faith was rubbing evap0rated milk
. over the rich crust of the last mincc
pic, just before popping It into the
! Ovcn---the film of cream to be trans
/. formed in the baking into rich
crackly glaze over the entire crust OF
the lordly pic-when the door bell
rang.
"You answer it; JOY" Faith spoke
to her little sister, who was clicking
the bowl in which the marble cake
had been mixed. "Here, wipe your
face! You've got cake batter on the
tip of your nose and under your left
eye. Piggy! If it's a canvasser, tell
him the lady Of the house isn't in
and won't be-"
The mince pie had Joined its twin
in the oven, and Faith was just turn
ing the beautifully brown spice cake
out of its round pan upon folded
tea towel, when Joy returned.
"Oh, LOrdy! Guess who it isl"
Joy whispered. her sharp. little gray
eyes protruding with . queer mixture
of horror and self-impOrtance. "ThC
school principal-Miss Peabody"
"Show her in here" Faith heat
flushed face darkencd with annoy
ancc. Mothers special custard is
in the double boiler, and have ia
watch it every minute" As Joy
seemed to be. on the point of fright.
cncd flight out of the back door,
Faith whirlcd upon her. "Do rs
tell you, Joy Lane! And If you've
been up to any dcvilmcnt at school
III spank you! I'll bet you know
, why she's comet"
Honest, DON'T" Joy turned slow
~ back toward the dining room.
Gee, she's an old hcll-cat! Well.
, gosh. that's not cussin'! And that's
just what she is"
When Joy returned to the kitchen
| she WAS. leading the way for . very
tall apd very large and very impos-
j, ing woman Of middle age; n woman
who looked as il she seldom smiled,
but those cold blue eyes were now
beaming cordially behind thick-lenscd
glasses.
Surely you're not Mrs. Lane, Joys
!, mother? You look SO very young
J she extended large, firm hand,
which Faith clasped after wiping her
own hands free Of flour.
"I'm Faith Lane, Joys sister," she
explained. I'm sorry to have to re.
ceivc you in here. but you've caught