The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1870-10-21

l cOulQ, although SlTeQS OF that Qe-
testable dough clung to them, and
; went to the door.
j No call from patients this time,
jbut from Mrs. DOssel and her beauti-
| full daughter, who resided in an ad-
iaining county, and having occasion
| to pass through our village by stage,
had called to see my mother and sis
ters, with whom they were intimate
Ily acquainted.
I could not shut the door in their
faces, and invited them to the parlor,
and then stood, staring helplessly
at them, and wondering why they
did not do something? The young
er one looked at me, as if she half
suspected 1 was an escaped lunatic,
and as dangerous as I was dirty ;
but the elder lady, with practical
woman,s penetration, came to the
rescue at once.
"You are trying to cook, doctor p
she asserted, rather than asked, as
she glanced at my bedaubed fingers,
plastered garments and flour pow
dered face.
"a little" I replied, while 1 felt
my face burn like a fever patients.
"And are somewhat doubtful of
success p and she smiled in her
own peculiar manner
I though of that moulding board,
and wished my visitors in Jericho.
! She seemed to read my thoughts
by intuition, and said, with a deci-
sion not to be questioned: 81 shall
claim your hospitality for myself
and daughter until tomorrow, as
the stage will not pass before and
as l am so conceited as to think l
can cook better than you, will you
please allow me to prepare The meals
while l remain p
thought Of that mummy-looking
Iloaf in the oven, and a chill followed
lmy fever. But what a bright
thought presented himself
While they were unrobing and
washing in the guest chamber 1
would make way with it beyond the
ghost Of chance of post mortem
examination that is, if it had the
same appearance as when 1 last saw
It.
I accordingly expressed my pleas
ure-may the recording angel be
merciful ?-and escorted them to
their room and then, with few
words of welcome, left them to hurry
to the board, rolling-pin, and every
bedaubed thing but myself, into the
woodshed and finished by taking
the shrunken leather colored loaf,
and burying it in the garden.
This accomplished, 1 returned to
the kitchen, where Mrs. Dossel soon
joined me, with her dress caught
up, and her sleeves pinned up with
an eye to business.
She asked few questions as to
the whereabouts Of certain articles,
and then limited very strongly that
she had no more use for me. un-
derstood, and went to my room,
where the miserable, dirty, forlorn
wretch who glared at me in the glass
did more to cure me of self-conceit,
than a three hours lecture from an
other could have done.
A bath, change Of garments, and
the use of a nail-brush changed my
outward appearance somewhat, and
l joined Mrs. Dossel in the parlor,
with faint perception of my own
indentity.
An hour later we were summoned
to her. Wonderful ! That meal
will always be a mystery to me
White cloth, spotless queensware,
shining silver, snowy biscuit, thin,
wine colored dried beef, crisp radish-
es and handsomely moulded butter,
all seemed to have slipped into their |
appropriate places, as ifmy mothers |
hand had guided them. Even a |
cake, small, but a featherly lightness
was quivering, warm from the oven.
l did not cease to wonder, while the
meal progressed, and did the honors
like an Overgrown school boy. Nor
was my wonder Iessened when, lit
tie while after, l made an excuse to
go to the pantry, and found that
of a moulding board and
and rolling-pin clean'and dry in their
places.
Toward evening Mrs. Dossel pro
posed a walk to the bank Of the river,
that flowed a little distance from the |
house. We went through the gar.
den, that being the nearert may, and
now, plying reader, what do you
appeared to me, in my i'll
fated transit? Nothing less than
that abominable loaf of something
it certainly was not bread-that
some ill-conditioned cur had un-
earthed, and left to mar the beauty
of the landscape, a shadow in the
sunshine
What could 1 do? The ladies
were evidently amazed, and waiting
for me to explain. II will make a
clean breast of it." 1 said in despair
alton ; and accordingly told them of
my miserable failures. They laugh
ed some, and evidently wanted to
laugh more.
"And what induced you to bury
your unlucky loaf" asked Mrs.
Dossel.
"To get it out of my sight," I re-
piled, kicking the deformed thing
back into its hole as we passed on
our way.
"No one but physician would
have thought of thus disposing of I
an unfortunate job" remarked the
young lady, mischievously.
The next day they left me, after
bread and cake enough
for three men, instead of one, until
my mothers and sisters return.
Mrs. DosseI's daughter is now my ,
wife. l was sure that woman who
could get up a meal, in the way she
did, could get up a wife, of whom
any man might be prOud-and l was
right. b
She is a little saucy, at times, and
Jenny aids and abets her, especially
if l dare to find the slightest fault
With dish on the table. "Perhaps ,
ne would prefer cooking it himself !
she will say, 80, Edward is a capital t
cook learned by tuition beats up ]
eggs in a basket, buries his bread to !
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