The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1877-04-27

for mother-in-law;' and she looked up n,
him and laughed. 81 hate mother-in-
law y she added presently. ~ am so glad
my mother d ed when was horn-my hus.
band will never have that to complain off"
They were sweet lips for such brutal senti.
ments. Lawrence in his historical parallels
did not hinkthat possibly, Lucreza Borgia's
were rs sweet.
Glow it rains?' she said as the sleet
struck the panes.
"And | suppose every variation of the
weather affects a person senstively strung
as you are"
80 yes" said Flora lifting her great eyes.
"And it does so spoil your boots p
1t was only beauty thai filled the gaps of
such conversation. Presently some one said
"F'lora! Where is she? Such a capital idea!
What do you think? We are each of us
to get up a dinner" cried Kate Farley
looking in. Come and hear about it.
only stipulate that mine shall be last"
81 protest, said Lawrence, Dis they Joined
the group, against the practice of any such
mysteries, Wilder and me excluded"
"Thats right" chimed in Wilder, the
young millionaire, who had been added to
the party for the sake of equipose.
Wilder said Cousin Fanny, sepul.
chrally, 'some day when you are cast away
ona desert island, and your wife cannot even
make a johnny cake"
'Does that island mean matrimony?" ask
ed Louise, slyly, of Cousin Fanny.
And when cast away on it." said Mrs,
Hounslow, "is it that the cook and the
housemaids have struck hands and struck
| work ?"
"Well, if this is to be-" said Lawrence.
"you will at any rate intersperse puddngs
with picnics, roasts with rides, marmslaaes
with moonlight-are there any more..atera-
tives, Miss Louiser'
Gas much" said his mother, "as you can
inersperse in a weeks gale"
It's ridiculous" said Flora, turning away
now with young Wilder. 81 wish there
wasn't any such thing as a kitchen"
"And yet, said Mrs. Hounslow, looking
after her rehectively, 81 should think she
would have genius for cookery; she has a
cooks build-the typical cooks"
Lawrence's eyes were blazing, but his
mother went calmly on. "Well, it's an ex-
pertinent" said she. eve all have to.sufer
for it--noas autres. What farce Kate's
dinner will be salt in the whipped cream
and sugar in the mayonaise-but Flora's
will be good.
Good enough, said Cousin Fanny, "any
gluton must cook"
The storm setting in Justify, there was a
iiue season for the amateur cooks, who were
going about with culinary literature mex
day, like nuns with their missals, Lawrenc,
| said. Enchanted in the book worms, we
are to eat our way through these volumes,
he said.
The first dinner was of course an absurC
failure, being Kate's; but they made 81
merry over it that it seemed, as Kate declar
ed, better than if it had been good. Louise
replaced it on the next day, by one as exqui
site as any little French dinner so perfect,
prepared and so perfectly served that Law
renee looked with an amazed respect at tn,
little being in his mothers place, whose ge
MUS had ordered it all, and wlO was as com
posed as if she had merely threaded he
needle. The next day it was Miss Furlong
turn and certainly mere bewitching pic
ture of cook than she made. with her hal
tied under the prettiest of caps, her soft arm
bare with all their dimples, and her whit
, apron wrapping her front from head b
foot, could hardly be drawn.
r "Mrs. Hounslow," said young Wilder, l."
never knew a jollier idea than this sitting il
, judgment on pretty caps and choice dishes
"a fine way to be stayed with fagons an,
comiorted with apples" said Lawrence.
r "Well, said his mother, "there are Flora
r and some Others in reserve; after thel
! what do you say to a dinner by Cousi
, Fanny"
, SIT would be peppery," said Lawrence. 70
J the estimable lady had not yet come down.
"And tart, said Mr.. Wilder
"And well seasoned" said Lawrenc
. again.
Pastry short and bread crusty," said Nj
r Wilder.
. "For shamew exclaimed Louise. an
! Kate. Gas if any crumb of it would NOT b
a dish fit for the godsw
, But why should this affair be so onets
: ded ~ asked Mr.. Wilder.
& oA,,,r L. ,ulA
ges as cooks" said Lawrence. "Wh
should we let such chance go by? / hay
made up my mind if these young lade
are to be sequestrated, for one shall jo
the sequestration. Miss Furlong, / put O
= a paper cap and serve with you to da,
Wilder, set your cap for tomorrow an
Miss Maria. Not word to the griiil
Here she comes. You see we are waitin
for you, Cousin Fanny, and Hebe is Gu
bearer They also serve who only stan
and wait" And so they all went out
breakfast.
II the cook had assisted Louise the least
the world it was owing to the young lady
witcheries. But Miss Furlong had no witcl
cry for cooks, and the assistance vouchsaft
her came in the withering manner of scien
toward ignorance, and was scorned. Al
although she and Lawrence began the pl,
. in the greatest spirits, long ere anything a
preached completion Miss Furlong had b
7 come so heated, so flushed and frowzy,
greasy aud foury, SO smrched as to h
dainty dress, and so smeared as to her Low
: ly face, that the occasion grew melanchol
Then the water boiled away, the fire &
4 too low, afterward got too strong she bur
t ed her arms and scalded her fingers; 81
d grew excited, stamped her feet, became
rious when sauce ran over, and capped Il
e climax by slapping the cook in the fac
a who went to Mrs, Hounslow in great fu
e and gave warning As one revelation 8
u ter another of this sort of sweetness al
e light unrolled ITSELF Lawrence looked