Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-08-05

Ctndy, in the next house, shone as a
baker of angels food cake.
Cindy was the hired girl, and had
been with her family for 40 years. It
was her family, in fact and in truth.
II was said that she could use more
son in town. because her folk had more
money. being the bankers.
But when it came 10 making good
coffee. Crandmaw was acknowledged the
peer. She knew nothing about the
newfangled methods OF drip coffee, per-
colated coffee. coffee made in urns and
fancy contraptions.
Grandmaw boiled hers.
And when we say boil, we mean
boil. Our recollection is that she boiled
it sll day long. but perhaps We are
wrong about that. Maybe 1t was just
eight hours.
They liked their coffee good and
strong" In those days. and that was
the way they got it, when Grandmaw
made it.
Grandmaw could make cup of
coffee that sank clear down to your
toes At least SO the old-timers say.
1t had plenty of taste. If there was
any chicory In it. 1t made not the
slightest bit of difference.
AS a matter of fact, don't the French
say that chicory is an essential in
gredient OF really good coffee, giving
| it tang" which is like onion in
soup? But you are out of luck if you
don't like onion, Of course.
Grandmaw had an clubhouse, too,
where they kept all sorts of intriguing
things. 1--WE hope none of our readers
! is offended because we fail to say
Grandmother They didn't say
"Grandmc ther," Just like that, when we
had one)
There was a barrel of flour and a
big can of kerosene, with pump at
tached. It was a fine barrel of -four,
and an equally nice can of kerosene.
Their juxtaposition, however was un-
fortunate. Some small child conceived
the bright idea of seeing If the oil would
pump freely into the flour.
1t did.
So easily, in fact, that it was no
feat at all to empty the entire con-
tents of the big oil can into the equally
capacious flour barrel.
| When the pumping was over, the re-
suit was mixture which neither Pills
bury nor the Standard Oil would have
recognized.
And when Grandmaws time came to
CO. when she was "a years old, and her
| in to do what they could, and to
see If they couldn't grab few of the
priceless old quilts stored in the second
story.
It wasn't a real second floor, but a
sort of half-story, glorified attic, with
one bed, stored articles, and stacks of
old magazines.
Grandmaw could hear the ladies
sneaking up the old steps to look over
the treasures and to try to decide on
what things they would like to get, if
shame and pride did not deter them.
But she was too Ill to say or do any
thing about 1t. And so, in the end all
of us will be, so what is the use of saw
ing things for others to carry away?
| Saving is good, but too much saving
is bad. If we must save old things, let
us do 1t with a smile, and not set our
hearts and minds too much upon them.
| What we will want. in all probability,
will not be there, anyway. Saving is
good, so long as it is thorough, but
when the very thing one happens to
, want is not there, then the imp of the
| perverse has been at it again.
| Sometimes 1t seems as If he is al
ways at it, In such moments there
Is no recourse except to the God of the
Reasonable, who throws all away, to
| save ALL Amen.