Evening star., 1928-11-06
THE EVENING STORY
did not want to say more

| was proud and did not want to say more
| than that.
When she returned home she boiled
| the teakettle and made a pot of tea
| She could not eat any supper. Her minc
was too full of anxiety,
Two or three times she went softly to
| look at Ira He was sleeping, and as
sleep was what he needed, she moved
away without waking him.
In order to keep the house quiet. she
flung a shawl about her and sat down
upon the back steps. The. sky was
warmed by the Spring afterglow. 1t
was time of great peace and content
ment for all save such troubled ones as
Sarah.
There Mrs. Swan found her when she
came to return the empty bowl. She
sat down beside Sarah SO close that
their shoulders touched.
THE pot-cheeSe was delicious" she
said II never ate such pot-cheese.
Mrs. Carbin had supper with me and
she raved about It, She wanted me to
ask you if you would sell her some every
day. She takes it with cream and
sugar"
'Of course I'll make it for her" )"
Sarah replied, "or any one else who
wants it. 1t doesn't cost anything but
time. Mr.. Armstrong gives me the
milk"
"One has to have knack for making
pot-cheese," Mrs. Swan said. II never
had any luck with it. And you can't
buy it at the grocer'S: TVc often thought
that a good trade might be worked
up on it. It's one of these simple
things that take"
Was she trying to help Sarah, know
ing how great a need there was of
such help? Sarah did not know. But
the idea had caught in Sarah's
harasSed brain. Pot-cheeSei 1t seemed
ridiculous, but STILL If Mrs. Corbin
wanted 1t others might. She would see
what she could do.
That's lovely sunset" remarked
the little neighbor after an instant.
"YeS, lovely" responded Sarah.
Next morning Sarah rose not with
out hope. She gave Ira his breakfast
ate some herself put her house in Or
der and made ready for the street.
She told Ira as she kissed him good
bye that She had an errand to do, and
he never questioned further.
Sarah stepped fast. There was a
glow on her plain, sweet face under
the shabby hat brim. She went first to
the grocery, where she paid her bills
then to the other groceries.
'Pot-cheeSe?" said genial Mr.. Crum.
Sure! Bring it right along. often
have customers ask for it, specially those
city people over on Oak street."
Sarah went home elated. It did not
seem possible! She had orders for six
dozen balls of pot-cheeSe. Six dozen
was u. and five times 72-''
She laughed as she took off the shabby
hat. Ira heard her.
Whats up. Sate?" he asked in his
weak voice. Something tickled you?"
''Of course. You're getting WELL" re-
turned Sarah with almost sprightly wit
That was busy day. bargaining with
Mr.. Armstrong for cans of the skim
milk which he found such a nuisance
working in butter, pepper, salt. Sarah
sang like the wren in the apple tree
outside the open window where she
worked.
That night Ira had bit of broiled
steak for his supper. That night Sarah
looked half dozen times in her purse
to see ii what was SO fortunate, SO un-
believable, were really true.
SarahS pot-cheese sold almost faster
than she could make 1t. She grew
little reckless, putting in cream, streak
ing the snowy mass with ptmento. Mr..
Crum said it was amazing what taste
folks had for pot-cheese.
"If you keep on like this" he said,
you'll have to have an assistant"
Sarah laughed. She could laugh at
now. Ira was much better.
Any day now he might be up and
around the house. Then she would have
to tell him what she was up to and
divulge the secret which was keeping
her SO happy.
Now, Safe, you've got to tell me
what you're up to. You're up to some
thing" Ira demanded day or two
later.
Sarah brought handbook and showed
him an entry. She brought her grocery
bills, each one marked paid; brought
her purse, which was comforting, II not
plethoric.
"Everything's paid, Ira-doctor and
all. I've never touched a penny OF our
savings" she said.
You wonderful girl!'' Ira's eyes filled.
"And to think you did it all with pot
cheese"
The End.
(Copyright, 1929