Hannibal journal. (Hannibal, Mo.) 1852-1853, 1853-04-21
Aad love is neither bread nor honey
Aud 30, you understand"

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"what on earth sent you over here in this di. =
NAL rain?" said Kitty's neighbor, Mrs. Green
Just look at your CATERS" q,
"Oh never mind CATERS" said Kitty, nnt.,b
ing her rigolette,' and throwing herself on H. a
sofa. al don't know any more about cookil !,
than six weeks kitten; Bridget walks ovhq
my head with he most perfect Irish moi
cl Alance; Harry oooks as solemn as an ordaini,
bishop; the days grow short, the bills grow lon
and Pm the most miserable little Kitty that !
er mewed. Do have pity on me, and initia, !
me into the mysteries of broiling baking az.
roasting; take me into your kitchen now, al -
let me go into it while the fit is on me. ! fe
as though could roast Chanticleer and all h y.
hen-harems."
"You don't expect to take your degree in o..
rorenoon?" said Mrs. Green, laughing immoooI \
erately. | " ~
mot bit of III | intend to come every mori
ing, if the earth don't whirl off its axle. H.
locked up my guitar and my French and Itali,, =,
books, and that irresistible 'Festus,' and nervS.
myself like female martyr, to look gridir,,Lh
in the face without hinching. Come put dot,,
that embroidery, there's good Samaritan, a.
descend with Inc into the lower regions, bef(S =,
my enthusiasm gets a shower-bath )" and 81
rolled up her sleeves from her round VIII
arms, took of her rings, and tucked her Gus
behind her ears. =,
Very patiently did Mrs. Kitty keep her ri,k
olution; each day added little te her store ~
culinary wisdom. What if she did favor
FIRST custards with peppermint instead of lem
what il she did 6astc' turkey with saleraA
instead of salt? what if she did season the stg-
fling with ground cinnamon instead of peppe,o
Rome wasn't built in a day-cooks can't ia
I'd
Kitty's husband had been gone Just molce
He was expected home that very day. All y
morning the little wife had been getting W
congratulatory dinner, in honor OF the occas'r-
What with satisfaction and the kitchen fire, sci
cheeks glowed like a milkmaid's. How
eyes sparkled, and what pretty little trium,
ant toss she gave her head, when that big Ir'l- |
was dumped down in the entry 1t isn'ta snI
thing, sometimes, to have secret even fae
Jones own husband. Of
"On my word, Kitty" said Harry, nth
ing her off at arms length, you look most OF
vokingly well-to do for widow pro. TEN
Il don't believe you have mourned for me,
breath of sigh. What have You been abo,-
who has been here? and what mine of fun ie
be prophesied from that merry twinkle my
corRer of your eye? Any body hid In the d
set or cupboard? Have you drawn priz
THE lottery?" e
"Not since married you," said Mrs. Ki
"and you are quite welcome to that sugar-p.
10 sweeten your dinner" Il
"How Bridget has improved" said Harry
he piled his knife and fork industriously' ,
never saw these woodcocks cutdone, even at /,
ihachalor nluh sot- Che Il d.
have a present Of pewter cross, as sure as
name is McFlangan, besides absolution 70,
the detestable messes she used TO concoct "
her Catholic fingers"
"Let me out! let me out!" said stihed a
from the closet; "you can't expect woma r
keep secret for ever" II
What on earth do you mean, Mrs. Gre, o
said Harry, gaily shaking her hand. q
"Why, you see Bridget has improved;' e
10 say, little Mrs. Kitty there, received f n
my hands yesterday diploma, certifying !,
Mistress of Arts, Hearts and Drumsticks, y :
ng spent every morning Of your sbsenSe " "
perfectinR herself ss = housekeeper. TT -
row, don't drop on your knees to her till j -
gone. know very well when there i "
e crowd, or, 10 speak more faShionsbly, VIII v
/, am de trop,' and I'm only going TO stop z
0 enough to remind you that there are some q v
left in the world and that Kitty iS one rt
'em." ~
: And nov, dear reader, IL sou doubt whe Z,
. Mrs. Kitty vas rewarded for all her trot :.
t you'd better take peep into that pSrlOr, "
/ while you are looking, lei me whisper q sey
= in your ear confdenIally. You may b, "
p, beautiful as Venus, and 40 talented rs Mac 10
r de Stael, but you neVeT'n reign supreme in III
\ liege lords affections, I'LL YOU ean roast "
. key.-IOliVe Branch. Oh
n EAHSV TER o,
: CALIToRxIAN Snor.-Ths following ba
graph we clip from the Sacramento State Jte
nal, of February 26th The unfortunate you
lnnnn WAS we believe the son Of Mr. Thom