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November 3, 1909. THE art* having hash and crumb pudding for dinner!" The Hible tumbled into Robin's cradle, and the minister's wife fairly flew kitchenward, her quiet hour forgotten, her prayer for patience, her poise and calm uni bought of in the necessity for works, which sometimes are as prevailing as faith. The minister sighed sadly. "I am afraid she isn't very spiritually minded," he murmured, and he gently brushed aside some flecks of dust front the sacred book and laid it reverently on the table amid the piles of darning before he went to the stairway to call down and ask if she were coming right back, or whether lie should carry the weeping Kobin down to her. ? Suaie Bouchelle Wright, The Interior. X SALLY SWEET-SHOE. "How did we celebrate holidays in Stroudwater when I was a boy?" repeated Great-uncle Ned. "Oh. we met at somebody's house and had a candy scrape. Don't, bother me?I'm reading the paper." "Molasses candy?" asked Ruth. "Yes. Don't I tell you, I'm reading the paper?" "How many oi you were there, altogether?" "Twenty. Keep still now. I don't want to tell stories. I'm reading the paper." "You must have had a big kettle." No answer. "Uncle Ned, you must have had a Still no answer. "Uncle Ned, what a big kettle?" "Yes, and I wish you were in it!" growled Uncle Ned. "Yes, we did have a big kettle. Each of us furnished a quart of molasses. At first we used to carry out separate pailfuls, but some brought good and some poor molasses, so that the candy was apt to be poor, too; and after a while we decided to have each one contribute a share of money and buy it? good New Orleans molasses not such stuff as you get in these times. Now let iue alone; I want to read the paper!" "Who made the candy?" "Well, some of the older girls. Your Aunt Minty Jane was pretty good at it, and Deborah Dusenberry was a master hand. Then, while they watched it boil, i he rest of us played games?puss-in-the corner, I spy, ring-around-the-rosy, and the like. And when it was done, we all ii?lped pull?and eat. "Well, there, I suppose I've eot to tell it, if I ever want a chance to read the paper in peace. But. remember, I'll tell vou only just this one! "Our folks were willing that we should *tay till ten o'clock; but there was one .girl, the one everybody liked best?Sally Orumpacker, her name was?who always had to go home at just such a time?eight o'clock sharp. She lived Vith her grandparents, who were very strict with her. We used to go early and make candy right away, so that she needn't inisn the l'?n. "But one night?at Seth Conistock's? the molasses was slow about coming to a PRESBYTERIAN OF THE SOUTH ||j|pbi boil, and it was five minutes of eight before it was ready to take off. Debby Dusenberry poured some into a pan and set it out on the steps to cool, so that Sally should get a taste of taffy, anyway, and we all promised to save some of the pulled candy for her. I was going home with her. and we put on our things and watched the clock, and at eight Debby went out and tried the taffy, but thought it was not cold enough. "Sally knew that if she didn't start Ava/'tlv nn I ?> a !*?? * J " ? 1 J?* * uii tunc, uci ^laiiuiuiuei wouiua I let her come again. She had to go. She said good-bye, and we started. "1 saw the pan of candy, and gave a flying leap, but Sally wasn't thinking, and stepped right into it. "'O, Ned,' cried she, in a horrified tone; 'I've stepped in the candy, and it was just hard enough to stick, and I've walked it right out of the pan!' "I sat down in a snowbank and laughed. " 'O. Ned," said Sally, 'do getvit off?and we'll eat it as we go along!' "So I pulled it off as well as I could. Then I doused the sticky sheet into the snow and broke off a big piece for her? nnd we ate taffy all the way home." "O, Uncle Ned!" cried Ruth, wishing she had some that minute. "Well," went on Great-uncle Ned, "when I got back to Seth Comstock's. I found them all agog over the lost taffy. They never mistrusted where it went to. and they were making all sorts of guesses ?the cat, Watch the dog, some boy, the fox that had been around?and Si Dusehberry insisted that it must have been a panther! "I did not let on a word but Sally told them next day. Debby called her "Sally Sweet-shoe." and the name?like the candy?stuck. And that Is why your (ireat-aunt Sally has always been called 'Sally Sweet-shoe' by the old neighbors, even to this day." * f 4 . . 19 baking powder ape Cream of Tartar From Grapes? nest, Forest Food V >y?al aKind m nmder A lutety "How tunny!" laughed Ruth. "I like that story about Aunt Sally."?Elizabeth Hill, in Little Folks. ONLY A CENT. Uncle Harris was a carpenter, and had a shop in the country. One day he Went into the barn, where Dick and Joe were playing with two tame pigeons. "Boys," he said, "my workshop ought to be swept up every evening. Which of you will undertake to do It? 1 am willing to pay a cent for each sweeping." wmiy a cent!" said D!ck. "Who would work for a cent?" "I will," said Joe. So every day, when Uncle Harris was done working in the shop, Joe would take an old broom and sweep it. One day Uncle Harris took Dick and Joe to town. While he went to buy some lumber they went to a toy shop. "What fine kites!" said Dick. "I wish that I could buy one." "Only ten cents," said the man. "I haven't a cent," said Dick. "I have fifty cents," said Joe. "How did you get fifty cents?" asked Dick. "By sweeping the shop," answered Joe. ?Sunday Afternoon. 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