Democratic Sentinel, Volume 15, Number 48, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 18 December 1891 — MA LIKED APPLE PIE. [ARTICLE]

MA LIKED APPLE PIE.

He Stood It ns Long ns Ho Could, and Then Rebelled. They were on tlioir "wedding tower," ns she called it, and they had their firs! spat before they lmd been in town three hours. ‘'Lotus have some noodle soup first, George,” she whispered, softly, iib tlioy took seats in u Sixth avenue chop house. "Yes, my own darling,” said George, tenderly. "Mamma always likes noodle soup, George, and has it whenever company culls.” "Yes, my sivoot violet,” said tho groom, in a dreamy way. "And then, George, dearest, I think wo better order after thut —-some” “Some baked bass, eh,” suggested Gcorgo. "Make it perch, George. Mu always hated bass.” l T li! ugh! sweet girl,” responded George. “Then,” ho nddod, “wo better pngs on to a cut of roast beef, cauliflower, mushed potatoes, celery, onion tops, boots, squash and stowed corn, oh, darling!"” "Oh, George! Why, you are an old toaser. You know, George, mamma told me never to oat roast beef unless it was well done; cauliflower is all right, of course; mu likes mashed potatoes, so 1 guess they'll go; pa likes celery, Dan likes onion tops, and us for boots, why, say, old Aunt Emily cun cun the finest hoots in the whole State; inn's receipt for steamed squash is just lovely; I suppose there is nothing like it in New York, out we'll try it, any lioivj and us for stowed corn, say, if you could only taste mil's stewed corn once —oh, it makes me cry to think of ma un i her stewed corn, now when we nro so far away!” and shu her eyes with the napkin. There was no reason why Georgo should have acted that way, but men are men. lie swallowed his dinner gleefully, then called for pumpkin pio. "George!" “Yes, angel?” "You aren't going to eat pumpkin pie?” she said, aghast. “Why not?” "Don’t you remember what ma said?” “Well, I swan, that's so.”

“Let mo order the dessert, George,” she chirruped; ‘‘you know 1 love pie and tarts. Lot mo see; ah, yes—we will have some apple pie—ina likes thut; we will have some dumpling fritters—pa like* those; we will have some chocolate ice cream—Sue likes that; we will have some olives, for inn’s sake; some dates and some grapes, 'cause mu cooks them all.” “ Lot mo order,” said Georgo with a tour-stricken face, “Wo will have a slap of cream cake, ’cause old one-legged Billy, our old-time iceman, is dead in lino for the pantry; wo will have some custard dumplings, ’cause Grandma Wiggins took the prize for ’em at the Cayuga fair; wo will"— “ George ! ” “ VVo will have somo Jellied fruit cake, for my old dad likos that; aud somo - “ Oh, George ! ” “ And maybe we bettor wind up with a piece of apple pio, for ma s sake, and some doughnuts, in mute tribute to the absent but unforgotten Sarah, who cooked for mu for thirteen years. What do you say '! ” “ I think, like all men, you are a pig!” she said, with a dainty pout, mid she kept very mum for the next three minutes, and nothing was hoard hut the grato of spoon and kiiifo, mingled with the dry, dyspeptic cough of the easli girl out by the door. “George,” she said sadly, as she shoveled away the last crumbs, “ will you have another piece of upplo pio ? ” “ Why, dear ? ” “ For—for my sake, George !” It took him half an hour to help her on with her wrap and her new gloves—[New York Recorder.