Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-09-15
MY BREAKFAST.

dS oWCCtlJ as l'OoololO, ClSh elN"S>A lug
unanimously, for 1 wanted to temper
justice with mercy, "but then you are
young" | did not receive the answer
considered due; instead, my wife preservd
most perfect silence and rocked slowly
back and forth, one slippered member
tucked out of sight, and the other swing
ing with pretty grace, with a tantalizing
lilac bow astride the toe. I tied nv
cravat with exacting care, and kept watch
of her reflection in the glass, then after
FIVE minutes of undiluted silence, | spoke
again: "Theres no reason why new
girl should make such a havoc in the
house Pm quite sure l could manage
one with half the worry and fuss that
you do, and as for the breakfast being
late five mornings out Of seven, and being
poorly cooked the other two, it's OUT
rageous could get up better one N.Y.
self, and in half the time. I've seen
mother do it a dozen times" Yet no
answer. I had exhausted my care On my
necktie, so slipped into my vest with all
due regard for my immaculate shirt front
and dainty sparkling studs, then into my
coat, smoothed my collar to precise
smoothness, then stood still Are you
nearly ready?" asked Kitzie, sweetly. I
never did see such irreproachable good
nature as Kitzies. Chat and gloves" I
responded, provoked at my want of sue
cess as domestic lecturer, and trying my
level best not to see how pretty she looked
twisting a feecy white arrangement,
caught with lilac bows, all around her
dainty head, and looking demrely at me
with her ansy-shaded eyes.
"You've not been listening to what I
said, Kitzie," said with much severity,
and bursting button offmy glove. ~
am decidedly in earnest"
"My dear boy" she said solemnly, 81
heard every word, and in consequence
thereof am thoroughly convinced that L
am failure, and greatsworry to you. I've
tried my very best, but | can't cook like
your mother. I'm sorry; just as sorry as
| can be; but you shall have one break
fast precisely on time, and jus. exactly as
your mothers. You shall cook it your
self tomorrow morning"
Now I was staggered. l pulled off an
other button, and wish could pull out
my tongue as easily. I cook, and cook a
WAOiS DlCtbhlttSU tU Ludt! ClltiStCo VI SlCClo.
But Kitzie was evidently waiting for an
answer, and silence would convict me, so
I said with pompous Indifference. Every
well, my dear, are we quite really now2"
Bless my soul, what an evening that
was? danced and ate, and laughed and
talked with the regulation party goer;
but was haunted with the nightmare Of
cooking stove and new girl, for we
were blessed with that article. At the
supper table I ate some of everything,
whether I liked it or not, and though
anxiously all the while to myself, II won
der how they made this, and if had bet
ter have it for breakfast With distract
ing clearness recalled to my mind each
criticism which made on Kitzies break
fast, and remember that each had been
accompanied by boast l could do bet
ter, so OF course she would expect to find
every fault corrected and every item ex-
act. l glanced up at her as she sat OPP
posite to me with MORALLY ugly nam,
and so perfectly lovely was the arch
sweetness of her face, with it's precious
tender little mouth, the laughing pansied
eyes and the dear little nose, that quite
forgot my worry for an instant in exult-
ing proudly over the fact that she was
mine, all mine. These reflections were
cut short, however, by the lady at my
left, evidently thinking the silence be-
tween us should be broken. Selling Don
an lnlucky subject and remarking sweet
ly.
'Arent the biscuits delicious, MI. IRE
herne2"
Every" I responded swallowed in
quick recollection.
MRS. Lewis, do you suppose they
we're made with cream of tartar, tartaric,
soda, or, orwell, the other thing?' I
stammered, confusedly, and dropped my
eyes before the amazment in hers.
Gall three, I guess" she answered
with utmost gravity, though there was a
twinkle in her eye, for she evidently con-
sidered me in fun, when l was nearly
distracted with seriousness.
I mentally resolved to have biscuit for
breakfast, and with that view, began to
dissect mine to discover, if possible, the
other necessary ingredients, but deriving
very little satisfaction from the operation,
I slipped piece into my pocket to use
as guide on the dreaded tomorrow
morning.
The fuss and fume ended, and Kitzie
and I went home She was full of frolic
and made several ghastly attempts to
be in an answering mood, but couldn't
and to this day regard woman as a
marvel. How can she laugh and be gay
with three hundred and sixtY-fve break
fastA not to speak of dinners and suppers,
y kok after.
I am positive that it was midnight
when Kitzie awoke me with the remark
"Roger, it is time to get up. 1 heard
Patric down stairs quite while ago, and
she doesn't know anything to do until
you go down and start her."
l crawled, no rolled out of bed, and l
had crept into my dressing gown and
slippers before recollected that Kitzie
always went down fresh and sweet, all
reedy for breakfast, so | turned round
and faced my dismal reflection in the
glass, and mechanically picked up my
necktie It was of delicate icac, very
good for party, but hardly suitable fol
now; so I threw it aside and began to
rummage for my black one, which proved
to be obstinately non est. so [ decided