Hyder weekly herald., 1934-12-01
Frosting First
 or Last By MAE LOUISE FOSTER
@, by Mcclure Newspaper syndicate
 wNU Service

H 'aRL1F Querieu Oiehi' poh"s " L red-thatched head around the door of the tiny apartment which Alice shared with a girl friend.
 Perfectly punctual." Alice didn't look up Bubbles seemed to burst in Glenn's heart and puff away his breath ing as he watched her in that ridlcu- lous frill of an apron, preparing din. ner-for him.
 He hoped fervently that this one had turned out as desired. Others, several others, hadn't. Glenn loved that firm little rounded chin. but Alice was quite as firm as her chin. No amount of coaxing could change her determine. tion not to marry Glenn until she had learned to cook.
 Up until year ago she didn't even have to comb her own hair. Then crash the family fortune vanished and much to her surprise she found her self holding a job. Glenn had urged that if she'd marry him she'd find her self cooking just as she'd found her self working.
  Glenn's heart seemed to part in the center to let an ice-cube through. She couldn't say no today because the com pany was sending him to Argentina Sat urday. He wouldn't be back for two years. Two long years without her! Impossible She must go with him.
 The salad was good. So was the cold meat. The asparagus was scorched and after the first taste he neglected 1t. But the jellied fruit and coffee proved in turn delicious and when Alice pro- duced a cake dotted thick with oceans, he leaned over and kissed her. "Per- feet" he declared.
 "Which?" asked Alice, with a little smile that shouldn't have looked mold ed, but did.
 "Both," he asserted, land the next time you see me I'll have marriage license in my pocket" Gathering his courage he explained quickly, That export job materialized unexpectedly. We are leaving for Argentina Satur- day"
 Alice ignored his remarks. Rippling a little laugh. she asked, "Didn't you like the asparagus?"
 Tt wasn't bad," he said lightly. wishing he'd had sense enough to eat it. "Why worry about the sldedish? |? The rest was perfect"
 "The rest" replied Alice slowly, "came from the delicatessen." t,,,fc HnnnaU m said, "I overheard conversation in which you declared can openers were the first step to the divorce court. Re | member?"
 But Glenn wouldn't listen this time. He caught her hands tightly. Just because this dinner went phooey Is no sign another will. Try again. Try now. This is a matrimonial crash. | Let's lick it. Is cake hard to maker"
 'T never tried, but I'm sure they are. why"
 Lets try one now and if it's okay, we'll say It's written in the stars, all signs favorable-and Mrs. Glenn will l learn to cook in Argentina" | They were in the kitchenette, ex- | ploring shelves.
 "There," she checked carefully with the cookbook. "Now go away and don't come back for an hour"
 ''Ill go," he told her, stealing 6 four -dabbed kiss, "and get the license
 All the way to the license bureau he was remembering cakes. Cakes his mother'd made. cakes he'd pilfered from pantry windows. He saw one in a bakeshop window. three layers with crinkled frosting. It looked com plicated. He suddenly hated all cakes
 Back in front of the apartment he shifted from one foot to the other Half an hour more to wait. It couldn't do any harm to snift outside the door One sniff was enough. He opened the door, the oven. the windows. Then he carefully sealed the marriage license and put 1t in his pocket.
 "What a mess| he groaned, survey ing that thing which should have beer a cake and was cinderS all over tht