The Lancaster ledger. [volume] (Lancaster, S.C.) 1852-1905, 1853-04-13
From tie Okirc Branch.
What Love will Accomplish.

From The Ohrc Branch.
What Love will Accomplish.
"TUIs will never do" said little Mrs. Kit
ty; "ho came to be such simplcton as
to get married before knew how to keep
house, is more and more of an astomi>hrr 10
me. | can learn, and | ,ciH! There's Rrj,!-
| get told me yesterday there wasn't time To
make pudding before dinner. had my rrl-
| vate suspicious she was impOSiur u;,un me-.
though didn't know enough about it 20 cor
| tradict her. The truth is, I'm no more mis-
tress of this house than am of iir C..ua
Seraglio. Bridget knows it, too ; and there 5
Harry chow hot it makes my checks to
| think of itD couldn't find an eatabc thing
on the dinner table yesterday. He loves me
| too well to say anything, but he had such
| an ugly frown on his face when he lit his
cigar and went of to his office Oh, see
how it Isl
HOne must cat in matrimonv,
And love is neither bread nor honey,
And so, you understand"
"Ehat Oh earth sent you over here in
this dismal rain ?" said Kitty's ncighbor, Mrs
Green. ".hist look ut your CATERS"
"Oh, never mind CATERS" said Kitty un-
tying her "rigolcttc,' and throwing herself
on the sofa. =" don't know any more about
cooking than six weeks kitten; Bridget
walks over my head with the most perfect
Irish nonehalance Harry looks rs solemn
rs an ordained bishop; the days grow short,
the bills grow long and I'm the most misera-
bic little Kitty that ever mewed, Do have
pity on me, and initiate me into the mystic
ries of broiing, baking and roasting; take
me into your kitchen now, and let me 90
into il wHi,e the fit is on me- feel us
though | could roast Chanticlecr and all his
henharem."
"You don't expect to take Your degree in
one forenoon" :" said Mrs. Green,. laughing
immoderatcly.
"Not bit Of it! | intend to come every
morning, if the earth don't whirl off its axle
I've locked up my guitar and my French and
Italian books, and that irresistible 'Festus,'
and nerved myself like female martyr, to
look n gridiron in the face without flinching.
Come, put down thai embroidery, there's a
good Samaritan, and descend with me into
the lover regions, before my enthusiasm
gets a showerbath" and sic I'"llcd up her
sleeves from her round white arms. took off
her rings, and tucked her curlcs behind her
ears. N
Very patiently did Mrs. Kitty keep her
resolution each day added little to her
store Of culinary wisd ,m What if she did
flavor her first custards with peppermint in
Stead, of lemon? what if she did baste" Il
turkey with salcratus instead of salt! what
if she did season the stutfing with ground
cinnamon instead ef pepper? Rome wasn't
built in a day-eooks can't be manufactured
in = minute.
Kitty's husband had been gone Just
month. lie was expected home that very
day. All the morning the little wife had
been getting up = congratulatory dinner, in
honor of the occasion. With what satisfac.
tion and the kitchen fire, her checks glowcd
like a miikmaid's. How her eyes sparklcd,
and what pretty triumphant toss she gave
her head, when that big trunk was dumped
down in the entry! 1t isn't bad thing.
sometimes, to have secret even from ones
own husband.
"On my word, Kitty" said Harry hold
ing her off at arms length, "you lock most
provokingly 'well-to-do' for a widow .pro
tenn don't believe you have mourned for
me, the breath of sigh. What have YOU
been about? who has been here ! and what
mine of fun is to be prophesied from that
merry twinkle in the corner of your eve
Any body hid in the closet or cupboard
Have you drawn n prize in the lottery" ?"
"Not since married you," said Mrs. Kit
ty; " and you arc quite welcome to that Sill
gar.plum to sweeten your dinner"
| allow Bridget has improved" said IIar-
~, as he piled his knife and IorK indns!ri-
ously; " | never saw these woodcock out
| done, even at our bachelor club rooms at
------- House She shall have n present of
n pewter cross, as sure as her name is Nc
| FlanigaJ, besides dissolution for all the de-
tcstabc messcs she used to concoct with
her Catholic fingers"
"Let me out let mo out !" said stiAed
voice from the closet "vou can't expect a
woman to keep n secret forever"
| "What on earth do you mean, Mrs.
Green p said Harry, gaily shaI ing her hand.
| "Why, you see Bridget has improved ;
/. C. to say, little Mrs. Kitty there received
from my hands yesterday diploma, certify
sticks, having spent overy morning of your
absence in'perfecting herself as n housekeep.
er. There now, don't drop on your knees
to her till Ihvc. know very well when
| three is n crowd, or, to speak more fashona.
DiyJ "Hen hH nc UOP, anu III only go
ing to stop long enough to remind you that
there are some wires left in the world, and
that Kitty is one of EN-"
And now, dear reader, IL you doubt wheth-
or Mrs Kitty was rewarded for all her trou-
bic, you'd better take peep into that par.
lor, and while you are looking, let me whis
per secret in your ear confidentially You
may be as beautiful as Venus, and rs talen.
ted as Madame de Stael, but You never'li
reign suprcme in your licgc lords affections,
| TIL you can roast turkey