Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1858-11-19
smoking CRATES and the sizzling tea-ket-

Now tor the coffee Lets see.
George you like it strong, don't you?
Yes, love-
Well, the receipt says-a common
sized cofee-cup full for two persons, but
this is an economical cookbook you know
it is mt likely that's enough to be good
I'll double the quantity, to make sure
The little urn received about pint Of
the fragrant Java, and after adding the
water, Martha laid the table, and called
her husband to breakfast. An inspection
of the bread proved it Hat-n not stale
and Improbable, as was evidenced by
Georges wry face.
| Goodness, Martha Did you mean
to make pickles of Us calculated the
discomftted man, dropping a morsel of
the staffof life from his half opened
mouth, upon the plate; salter than Lots
wife,
My dear, you told me how much to
put in, I only used what you said "a
gill, or so ?
Well, well F; never mind dearest
You'll do better next time, I dare say
how about the coffee?'
/ Georges hopeful smile vanished, and
his brow darkened with the first sip. (No
mans love ever wiGhstood bad cofee)
Stronger than dyestuff! My dear
Martha, why did you make it so strong !!
You said you liked it so, dear George
Martha's fortitude was beginning to give
way in turn.
There, love, don't cry ! I'LL do very
well, 1 dare say, with plenty of cream
and George made a desperate effort t,
swallow a mouthfull, which had the effee
of bringing the wafer in eopious quaint
, ties to his eyes and nose.
The deuce ? he muttered under hi
breath as in trying to get his pocket hand
kerchief he upset his coffee, cup, saucer
! and all, into his lap; and the scaIdin.
! fluid trickling leisurely to the floor mus
have proved anything but pleasant sen
sation.
Mercy, George you have split your
- self and burnt the coffee oh! dear! oh
q dear cried Martha, too much frightene
to be particular about talking straight
. George grew little red in the face, Mar
- tha took to the sofa and her white can
brio handkerchief-while her husban
- without bestowing upon her his customa
ry parting kiss, seized his lat and fe
from the house!
- Martha groaned for an hour or tv
&c over the heartIessness Of the world-tE
men in particular, and George over ar
above all the men! Poor child what
= sad thing for romance that black bre;
u and blacker coffee had drawn away Il
. rosy curtain of imagined bliss from befo
the stern and sober reality of life. Al
-, she had seen the spectre in all its hid
business !
But if Martha Melville didn't knc
how to make coffee, she was woman
- tolerable perception, and after a til
al spent in reflection, she started up a
~ commenced washing the dishes. HI
= ried and fustered-a dirt spot here
-. grease mark there-dimming the sple
"a dor of her morning robe, and putting
nd fair proportions in eclipse-there car
=. a sound like a knelI to the ear of Aartl
MD The door bell rangl Oh, horror
what if it should be the fashional
,n Misses Farntowns? or, the rich Mrs.
or Clarke?
not Martha thought of locking the kitcE
bic door and hiding in the china closet,
Vile she remembered that the visitors M
red have heard the clatter of dishes as IL
1m- stood at the door, for the kitchen was
! at one side of the window, so that would
pom do. What if she should plead indisp'
less ton and retake herself to the sofa?
= Finally she concluded to put the b
lrly face on the matter, and admit the visi
her 1t proved to be Mrs. Highfyer, the stC
axe keepers wife-who after entertain
.Iy poor Martha for an hour with the tri
be she had with her servants, took her LEI
was hoping Mrs. Melville would call soor
,ead she enjoyed her conversation so mucl
Half past eleven struck, as Martha
milk turned to the kitchen, and dinner was
; Of even laid out She racked her b
cry for favorable suggestion. That
rtha organ seemed to be unusually refract
snts, for not an idea regarding steak or pot
would come, so Martha resolved
little very plain dinher-parsaips.
The market man had left them
gill morning, and George had expressed
Mt self extremely fond Of them. Well,
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