Bradford reporter. [volume] (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, 1858-07-01
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TlD7EI8Roa COOKING
BIZ MRS CAROLINE a. soULE.

The countenanee of Mrs. Lawrence wore a
somewhat troubled expression, as she seated
herself at the dinner table, and the shadow
ieepeued as she raised the plate OF bread to
her husband. 1t was no! raw dough but
little, lust little "seggy." Not every one
would have noticed it, not every one would
have troubled themselves to say anything about
it. and not every wife would have cared whe-
ther or not her husband did notice it. But
Mrs Lawrence knew " Harry" would notice
\ it she knew be would remark upon it, and
she knew that those remarks would rankle in
her sensitive heart Hence her anxious look.
1t was as she expected. AS Mr. Lawrence
laid the slice he had just taken beside his plate,
he exclaimed in rather a querulous toLe-
Heavy bread again, as Ina alive 1t
n does seem as though we might once in a while
have some that was light aud fit to eat. 1t
Il is enough to scare mans appetite let him be
ever so hungry, to have such stuff as this set
VI before him"
The bread is not so heavy, my DEAR" said
bis wife mildly, it is very light and with the
u exception Of small spot, baked nicely. set
VI the emptying myself, and wet the dough,
n lest our girl would spoil it, and had | not been
called out of the kitchen to receive company,
H would have baked it as it was, she drew
III from the oven few minutes too soon. But
N il is nice, light bread, and as Bridget said
good naturedIy when |. pointed out the fault,
master may cut out the damp spot, and I'll
cot it myself"
But Mary. almost every time you bake
something is the matter, aud can't see why
Fl il should be So"
Don't pray, make me out so bad q house
Keeper as all that" said his wife, pleasantly,
though close observer might have noticed
tiny tear neStling in the corner of her hope
l eye" don't, pray It's not oftener thau
once month that anything happens to either
oFead cake or pie. But as they say accidents
will happen in the best of families, so will,
once IN a while, failure happen to the best OF
cooks. never knew one yet but had once
WI while bad luck"
III Bad luck" responded her husband, rather
solemptuousy that phrase ought to be
Oalshed from the kitchen department. My
aother-and the name was emphasized power
Ilty,-" my mother has cooked these forty
Years or more, and never had bad luck. l
s~ you, Mary, you should eat some Of her
ofead, once 1t makes my mouth water TO
'Gink Of it. | shall never eat such vlctualS as
ae used to cook"
lnIS was the point which Mrs. Lawrence
dreaded. She had heard so much about mo-
'OerS cooking" during the two years of her
welded life, that the slightest allusion to il
made her nervous. She could bear to remain
Salt up in the close kitchen, morning after
morning ng,-though she knew other young wives
mates OF her girlish years, were promenading
Ie pleasant streets,-because she loved her
uHoand truly and tenderly, and it was plea
slre ,t, to minister to his rather dainty palate
'ule to be fretted at sometimes, she knew
part OF every woman's experience, and
yle she must have to bear with smiling face
uOuSl the heart ached ever so sorely.
ohe could even have borne to be called
[4'e'eSS, wasteful, extravagant, though sht
anew anew the adjectives would have been misap
MI pHeo, because in all those things she could
Ho'e 10 her husband that she was daily
5@I,eAdng y, but to be censured because sht
~ not cook like his mother, was more than
,u' could bear patiently 1t was a hopeless
ase ior no wife ever did cook like q mans
~''ler, aud for reason too. Mothers hav
,c8 The hearty appetite of little growing boy
IA; = aeaI with, while the poor wife has the fas
llouS taste of matured man and mayhap
'pe who loves to eat.
g. one did not reply at once to her husband
my a' could not, indeed, for there was chok
- = 300 struggling in her throat. But will
~ 1Ishllke herosm she swallowed il whole
'-a hen said pleasantly