Bradford reporter. [volume] (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, 1858-07-01

When We went out to breakfast he found hi!
mother had cooked d" lot of them but
how r? In the centre of the table ood huge
deep platter, filled almost to the brim with
thick slices of fat pork, swimming in gravy the
sight of which would have Sckemed Jew and
scattered through all the "meSS," were good
ly portion of the fresh eggs he desired to eat
Mary remembered once cooking when her girI
was absent, dish of ham and eggs, and seud
ing it to the table il the old fashioned way
ham, eggs and gravy all together, and she
wondered if Harry would lecture his mother a,
he did her, for 'such greasy dish But he
simply declined taking any of the fried ones
simply saying that he was hungry for boiled
ones, bowl of which stood before him. Now
Mary always dreaded to hear him say he want
ed boiled eggs for breakfast unless they were
cooked just so, she knew what TRADE upon
careless cooks she might prepare to hear, aud
she wondered how these would suit He
broke one upon his plate-for his good mother
had never heard of egg cups-broke it, and it
was as hard as the Irish girls when she had
boiled it half an hour.
"Are they all hard 2" asked he
"Why yes, said Mrs Lawrence, II thought
you liked them So-you used to-"
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| healthy as soft ones"
20, we'll then, can boil some MORE" and
with aacrity she set about it but alas, these
latter oneS when brought to the table were too
rare the white hardly warmed through.
''Shan't | boil you some ?" asked his wife
as | am used to boiling then, soft, perhaps
can suit you.
Eyes, do" in tone that bespoke relief
She did so, aud as she dropped, them into his
plate, he observed to his mother, " this is the
way like them-two minutes and half by
the clock. They are very nice"
Every nice !" said his wife" well | am
gad if once in my life have suited you. O.,
| if | were only your mother-then you would
never find fault with my cooking" aud the old,
sefsame mschevous smile lurked in her eye
and dimpled her lips.
"Why, he's found fault with everything
since he came home," said his mother. Hes
grown to be mighty particular, for l cook just
as I used to-"
why, mother" said Harry have I said
word ~
"No," replied his mother, but you've act
ed it. | know when things relish, and know
you hav'nt relished anything since you came
home, that you've eat off the table, save peach
eS and milk, and those | didn't cook And see
your cofee-yOu havn't tasted it hardly"
There was no gainsaying this truthful re-
mark, and as to the Coffee why he wouldn't
have been hired to drink it, boiled as it had
been preparing breakfast, and having besides
| the bitter that itself would give, another which
he could not anulyze, but which he afterwards
learned was the result of boiling nolasseS in it
IL +ho nh
ing, and also bit of dandelion root to pre-
vent the coffee from injuring the health of the
drinker.
Your wife must have good deal of pa
tence to get along with you, if you are always
! so particuar-morc than ever had. | ALWAYS
brought up my children to eat what was set be-
fore them, and not complain if it wasn't quite
so good as they wanted Women don't always
feel, like cooking, and then mistakes will happen
and failures too, and yet can't help it, The
only way is to make the best of everything
At any rate, a man should never fret at his
wife, for goodness knows she has enough TO
fret her at her very best"
As the good mother concluded Mary felt
like saying amen, and though she refrained
from doing so, she did in her heart wish that
Harry would lay the words she had just heard,
deep In his memory and con them over often
! An hour or two after breakfast, Mary found
| her mother picking chickens. "What are We
to have now p inquired She pleasantly.
80 that chicken pie that Harry wanted :;
| dear me- and she sighed, isn't it anv use for
me to bake one-he won't eatit. | wish you'd
make t" and she looked at her pleadingly
A new thought flashed over Mary's mind
will, mother, on two conditions-I shall
have as much of everything as | choose, and
you shall not let Harry know but you made it,
till you get his opinion"
The mother gave glad assent, and the
young wife proceeded at once to her task She
! spared neither material nor time, and proud il
deed was she when she bore it to the table,
Like mass of snOw-fakes was the rich puff
crust, and never fowls found deeper grave or
tempting gravy.
can't see how Harry can fud fault with
your cooking when you can cook like that, "
said the mother. " beats anything | ever
, did"
Because il is his wife, and not his mothers
cooking but we'll cheat him for once"
do you see that" exclaimed Harry as he
entered tn e kitchen, " do you see that ," and
he came up to his wife who stood idly looking
out of a window, the while humping upon it,
never evincing by word or look that her repu-
tation was at stake We'vegot the chicken pie
and its glorious one, too-deep wide. rich
with crust that will melt in your mouth. Mo-
ther is herself again-if you could only cook
Ike that -
& 1t does look nice, said she, but don't
believe after ALL it will prove any better than
| tue one made last Christmas
" Not taste better than yours guess then
it will. Itell you Mary, you'll own after this
you never knew anything about chicken pie
Yon may be proud, father, of your wife'S cook
ing. | shall be of niue when she bakes me a
pie like this"
| 0 Don Won really think this ia n nnnd l,hicL.