Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1876-02-23


a-nut-meg with much sewing. ~
"There's the only proof l have
that Pyeebeen trying to earn an
honest living" said she. 10 fss4
"An odd reference for a cook" /"
said he.,i 7 sdi is srsa.1s
"ThatIs for character" said she ;
all show you how ! can cook-I'll
give you practical proof of that"
"You are not a servant" said he.
''Not yet. I mean to be. I've
been sewing for living, and Pm
sick of it," said she.
He looked at her from top to toe.
"Familyw Eg ro
"Myself only" said she.
DINNER at six 2" s-f afs,
She nodded. r;.,.,r rr,
"Soup every day - Il.
She nodded once more.
"For the rest, variety"
u Gall right" said she.
He named the wages and took
her down into the kitchen, where
the young person who was general
assistant received her with q be-
wildered stare.
After that he did not see her for
four weeks, but his meals were de-
licious. At the end of that time
he went down stairs to pay her
wages. 1t was late in the evening.
A plump lady, with pink cheeks,
sat before the fire stoning raisins.
He did not know her at first, but
as the knowledge dawned upon him
he realized how nearly she had
been to starvation on the day when
he hired her. All he said was:
aid like my steak broiled less"
After that ha saw her once in
four weeks regularly. She never
said anything to him but "thank
ye, SIR" He always found fault
with something, his eyes fixed on
vacancy the while. He was trim
and big bachelor of forty, with
handsome, black side whiskers,-
She was thirty, and warm-tinted
blonde-not red-haired, though the
kitchen girl thought SO. Her hair
was Titian's pet color. Inwardly
she called her master "that bear
Secretly she thought him hand
some. .r 20 .n D,-. -,.-.,.,
One day, the dinner came down
untasted. I
"What fault has he found with
it now!"
"None," said the girl. "He'ssick."
Then the cook ascended the stairs,
and finding a pair of boots outside
one door, knocked at it..
"Come in," said a faint voice.
She went in, and the result Of
her investigation was, telegram to
the doctor. Her master who had
always been proud of not being
vaccinated, had caught the small
pox. y f.t.t
"You'd better go. You'll catch
it." he said.
"Tm not afraid,"' said She
Somebody must stay, you know"
She staid. As he got better, he
rewarded her-as convalescent men
always do reward their nurses-by
scolding her, and finding fault with
everything. She had helped the
doctor save his life, and had done
all that any mortal could do, but he
snapped and snarled at her.
One day however, he being well,
though still in quarantine, he had
some vile concoction brought him
for his dinner.
"what is this ~ he asked, i''o
u | .I n
"It's the best I could do,' said
Bridget, who having been a victim
to the disorder in her childhood,
had no fear of It. "Cook has gone
off, 's'I'o ii .oais sa il'sniiu
"Where has she gone 7"
"To the hospital" said Bridget.
"she did be getting the smallpox,
and she went" s'-'st ~ 'i9H
"It wasn't for one Just out OF a
sick bed, to use the language tha,
master did after that" Bridget said
In relating the incident. y 10 o.
But he was yet an invalid, and
he did not know his cooks namc.
She had never told II 10 him. He
tried IN vain to Hnd her wherea,
ad l4I1u -aaaolf1lI.. rt....., "a 80.