The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1878-01-26

. " LOru! grOdneu LICK. - on
must stop her." he said, seriously. Ell
she comes, l go. l know what shell
be: a stuck-up little mink, full of the
French airs she's acquired by studying
abroad for twelve years, She'll swear
Mon Dieu,' and ma fol- and she'll
talk about her naivette, and her gau-
cherie, and her chic; she'll speak bad
French in the present tense, indicative
mode, ofthe first cOnjugation, and she'll
commence all her questions with
'Esker,' and then stick like the young
man at the Veneerings' party. Ishan't
see her, that's settled. Write to Mrs.
Flipper mellifluous appellationD and
say we are going on a visit and we don t
know when we will return; or, better,
90 to town, see Mrs. F., explain openly
that | will never marry a Frenchifed
WaN-doll, but that | want wife who
knows how to keep house in order,
can cook, preserve, bake, darn, sew,
mend, dust, sweep, and, as the adver-
tisements say, make herself generally
useful. In short, women like my re-
spected ma; and, so that you may kill
two birds with one stone, find u 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 is for the best. Ifyou
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. Toward evening she returned
with as pretty a 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. Flipper, and that the pretty
conglomeratiOn of muslin, curls and
pink and white was new cook she had
engaged.
abr cries the intelligent reader,
you can't deceive us; the pink-and-
white little cook is Kitty Flipper, and
the three women have formed plan to
catch Dick unawares. And the intel
ligent 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 be-
fore. The cuisine Gas Dicks Kitty
clipper might say) was perfect. Rich
ard stockings were mended so neatly
that an old pair of socks were better
| than new pair. His shirts, too, were
washed and ironed so perfectly that
their whiteness and gloss caused envy
in the bosoms of all his male friends.
But another change had been effected
| by the cook. The pink-and-white
young lady whom the hottest fire never
made red and white, was accustomed to
take seat 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 a hundred excuses
a day to 90 to the kitchen and have
word or two with the curly-headed lit
| tie woman.
At first she was very cold to him, but
gradually, as she saw his respect in
crease with his love, the ice of her re-
serve began to melt under the warmth
of his passion, and the young man was
correspondingly happy.
Perhaps there We're no conferences,
with comparing of notes, between the
cook and her mistress when our gen
tleman took his afternoon walk! 0
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 reader, who says: 81
knew how it would be-she accepted
him, they were married, the fraud was
exposed and they lived happily ever
more"
Wrong, oh, intelligent reader!
"Will you marry mePn said he.
No, will not" she answered.
"Why?n
I'm cook and you're a gentle
man."
You're lady as well as a cook and,
fit to be gentleman's wife"
81 dare say | am, but | don't want
to be a cook all my life"
"Then marry me-"
And work to support you?"
why, my dear, I'm richr'
"1ou mean your mother is
"Well, she would deny me nothing"
81 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
without help from his mother. | under
stand you, Dick, and admit that love
you"
my darlingr' he cried, embracing
her.
There, now, stop. You wouldn't
marry wax doll of "a girl who couldn't
keep house in order, cook, carve, pre-
serve, darn, mend, sew, dust and sweep.
I've heard you say So"
THAT is true" ruefully remarked
Dick.
"Well, will not marry man who
cannot support me by his own labors.
| don't want a clubhouse swell or a
lardy-tardy man of society for hus-
| hand. | want a real man a hard fStnd