The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1877-11-27

DilbJs bldll Y StC hSi,
that's settled. Write to Mrs. Flipper
(mellifluous appellation y and say we're
going on a visit and don't know when
we will return or, better, go to town,
see Mrs. F., explain openly that 1 will
never marry Frenchified wax doll but
that want wife who knows how to
keep house in order, can cook, bake,
preserve, darn, mend, sew, sweep, and,
as the advertisements say, make herself
generally useful. In short, woman
like my respected ma and, so that you
may kill two birds with one stone, find
a cook who can cook and fetch her back
with you"
An idea seemed to strike Mrs. Glenn
mems, and she answered gayly :" Well,
Dick, everything's for the best. If you
won't marry her, you won't, so I'll do
as you say"
After breakfast she made hurried
toilet and took the first train for the
city. Towards evening she returned
with as pretty little piece of femininity
as Dick had ever seen withal. The
dainty, curly-haired little woman
straightway went to the kitchen, and
then Mrs. Clemmens informed her son
that she had made matters all right with
Mrs. F'lipper, and that the pretty con-
glomeration of muslin, curls and pink
and white was new cook she had en-
gagged.
"Ah!' cries the intelligent readers,
"you can't deceive us; the pink and
white little cook is Kitty Flipper, and
the three women have formed scheme
to catch Dick unawares." And the in
telligent readers are correct, but we vow
and declare that we never had any in
tention of shrouding the dear girl in
mystery and practicing deception. If
we had-but this is egotism, and we di-
gress. With the advent of the new cook
came luxuries such as had never been
seen on the Clemmens' table. The
couisine las Dicks Kitty Flipper might
say was perfect. Richards stockings
were mended SO neatly that an old pair
of socks were better than o new pair
His shirts, too, were washed and ironed
so perfectly that their whiteness and
gloss caused envy in the bosom of all his
male friends.
But another change had been effected
by the cook. That pink and white
young lady whom the hottest fire never
made red and white, was accustomed to
take chair in the sitting-room in the
evening and attend to her sewing-the
kitchen being locked up-to save gas,
Mrs. G. said, and Dick remained home
at nights; something unusual for him.
In fact Dick was in love with the
cook, and he found hundred excuses
day to go to the kitchen and havea word
or two with the curly-headed little
woman.
At first she was very cold to him, but
gradually as she saw his respect increas-
ed with his love, the ice of her reserve
began te melt under the warmth of his
passion, and the young man was cores
pondingly happy.
Perhaps there were no conferences,
with comparing of notes, between the
cook and her mistress when our gentle
man took his afternoon walk. o, no-of
course not-why should there be?
At length Dick found himself so en-
tangled in the net of love that nothing
but marriage would free him, so he en-
tered the kitchen one afternoon and,
with preamble, proposed marriage.
And here is where we triumph over
the intelligent readers who say: "We
knew how it would be-she accepted
him, they were married, the fraud expos
ed, and they lived happily evermore."
Wrong, o intelligent readers.
A" VIII you marry me?" said he.
No, will not, she answered.
"WhyY"
I'm cook and you're gentle
man."
" You're lady as well as cook, and
fit to be any gentleman's wife,.
dare say am, but don't want to
be cook all my life.'
Then marry me.'
And work to support your
Why, my dear, Pm rich.'
You mean your mother is"
Well, she would deny me nothing"
" l don't know about that. You don't
know how she'd act if you married her
cook. Besides, I've no fancy for man
who can't support himself and his wife
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