The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1871-12-15

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es, ma am"
"Jane, what has come for dinner
Jane named the articles.
MIR Greenleaf has given you his
direction, ! presume?
Yes, ma'am. Everything in that
ere basket will be spilled complete
well, Jane, you must make every
thing AS nice as you can; but don't
cantradict Mr.. Greenleaf, If he thinks
you followed his directions"
well, ma'am," said the cook, rather
discontentcdly.
Dinner-time came, and with it Mr..
Greenlcai "Ahp said he, throwing
himself back in his chair, after finish
ing q hearty meal, NOW this Is din
ncr! everything cooked precisely after
my directions. The new cook is "A
jewel. All the others have contra
dic,ed me; aud the consequence was
We have not had dinner lit to eat
for months. This beef is done TO Il
charm; aud that oyster sauce is mag
nihcent. ! hate butter in oysters,
spelling the childreu's complexion
Mrs. Greenleat said nothing, though
inwardly smiling at the success Of her
new stratagcm.
Washing day came There, beside
the tubs, stood Mr.. Grcenlcaf, cliticiz.
ing the proceedings. Jane had large
basket OF clothes ready to put on the
line; but, as she was leaving the
kitchen, Mr.. Grccnleaf stood before
her. DO you call this ,rhiey' he ask
cd, fishing up towel with the end Of
his cane, "or this, or this: Faugh!
they are As dirty as when they came
down stairs Here" Aud, taking
the basket from Jane, lac launched the
contents into Maria's tub.
"Oh, Mr.. Greenlcaf. these are col
ored clothes" cried Maria.
Well, they want washing, don't
they"
Yes, sir; but you've pitched all
them white ones top o thcml Oh.
be. he. he" Aud Maria fled into the
yard, and burst out laughing
Mr.. Grceulcaf looked at her with
magnificent astonishmcnt. Jane had
contrived to pin tali.dried towel TO
his coat; and her suddcn view of it
had caused Maria's laughter.
'Giddy. headed goose!" cried Mr.
Greenleai. II declare believe |
could wash better than that myself.
aud better than all of you put togcth-
cr.
Suppose YOU try" suggested Jane,
acr'demt@iy ilirtinga quantity of soap
suds upon his black clothes. "Oh' sir
beg your pardon did not see you s.
I'm um, these clothes in the boil
er are only half washed. Pom my
word, servants now days, are enough
to wear ones life out. Here! take
these things out and gisc them anoih-
er rub
Certainly, sir" cried the obliging
Jane; and before Mr. Grecnlcaf knew
what was coming, long stick was
thrust into the boiler and 4 pile Of
clothes flshed ont. The hot steam
rushed into his face, and the boiling
water spattered over his hands, and
a. he was springing aside TO avoid
1 them, down went the stick. full of hot
! clothes upon his foot "Oh, my gra-
ciousn cried Jane. "Oh, sir, did not
: mean to. Oh, you did give me such q
g turn, sir, Jumping round 80, that the
: stick fell Oh, | hope it don't burn,
: sir?n
4 Mr. Greenleaf was obliged to make
!, a vcrp undignified exit, hopping on
one foot, with the white towel dang
A ling form his coat, aud his vest and
c pants covered with soapsuds.
V "I'll teach him TO come into my
kitchen, washing days" cried Jane as
soon as he was out Of hearing. Now
I'll 90 aud see what his lordship wants
8 for dinner"
Jane found the unfortunate victim
I, of her spite sitting in his wife's room,
e holding the scalded foot in his hand
and the wet slipper and stocking be
d side him. Her face assumed an ex
e preston of profound sympathy, al
IS she suggested a remedy for the burn
Then the subject of dinner was dis
r. cusscd. Among the marketing arti
r; cles was steak, and Jane in her limo
z cence, suggested onions.
e "Onions" cried Mr.. Greenleaf-
n Onions! I'd as leave eat arsenic. On
s ions. detest onions the flavor is til,
It most horrible in the world. Renem
d; Der, Jane, | will never have an onioI
II on my table, or its flavor in anythin.
le eat"
is Yes, sir" said Jane, mentally add
k. ing, "won't you, thought"
- The next morning, Jane left th
house early and secretly, and return
)" ed with a number of large onions
which she carefully concealed. Sh
8. and the waiter had a long private con
versation soon after.
" "Janew cried Mr.. Greenleaf, at din
a ner-time, i'm voice of thunder.
1t Eyes, sir" said Jane, coming III
,e hastily from the kitchen.
III "Jane, did ! not tell you never t
ne put onions on the table?"
There amt none SIR"
ne There is; the whole dinner taste
10 of onion. There is detestable fla,
or in every dish on the table. Yo
taste it, my dear?"
at II can't taste it," said Mrs. Greer
. leaf uA
he "Nor I, nor T." cried the children
n The governess could not taste i
nor the friend who was dining wit
&, them. Mr.. Greenleaf, in towerin
passion, limped into the kitchen, an
ct put his nose INTO every pot on th
le. range. Everything was free from th
fearful smell, yet his whole Dime
tasted of it. Day after day, it Wa
W, the same thing; breakfast, dinner an
tn | snnner tasted of onions Even b