River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1878-09-19
MY BREAKFAST.

MY BREAKFAST.
ats perfectly useless, my dear, " | said
as sweetly as possible, then added mag
unanimously, for I wanted to temper
Justice with mercy, shut then you are
Young" | did not receive the answer |
considered due; instead, my wife preservd
a 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 tantallzlng
lilac bow astride the toe. | tied my
cravat with exscting care, and kept watch
of her reflection in the glass, then after
five minutes of undiluted silence, / spoke
again: "Theres no reason why q new
girl should make such havoc in the
house. Pm quite sure ] 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 my
self, and in half the time. I've seen
mother 80 it dozen times Yet no
answer 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. l
never did see such irreprcachable good
nature as Kitzie's. "Hat and gloves" |
responded, provoked at my want of sue
cess as a 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 demurely at me
with her pansy-shaded eyes.
you've not bten listening to what I
said, Kitzie," | said with much severity,
and BURSTING button offmy glove. Il
am decidedly in earnest"
"My dear boy" she said solemnly, 81
heard every word, and in consequence
thereof am thoroughly convinced that 1
am a failure, and great worry to you. I've
tried nv very best, but l can't cook like
your mother I'm sorry; just as sorry as
| can be; but you shall have one break
fast precisely on tirIe, and jus. exactly as
your mothers. You shall cook it your
self Tomorrow morning"
Now vas staggered. pulled of an
other button, and wish | could pull cut
nv tongue as easily l cook, and cook
whele bree fast at that Shades of Cicero!
But Kitzie vas evidently waiting for an
answer, and silence would convict me, so
| said with pompous indifference. Very
well, my dear, are we quite really noW9"
Bless nv 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
we're blessed with that article. AT the
supper table ate some of everything,
whether | liked it Or not, and though
anxiously all the while to myself, Il 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 Kitzie's break
fast, and remember that each had been
accompanied by boast | could do pct
ter. so OF course she would expect TO find
every fault corrected and every item ex
act. | glanced up at her as she sat OPP
posite to me with a mortally ugly nam
and so perfectly lovely was the arch
sweetness of her face, with It's precious
tender little mouth, the laughing pansied
ewes and the dear little nose, that quite
forgot my worry for an instant in exult
inc 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 upon
an ,nlucky subject and remarki2g sweet
y.
aren't the biscuits delicious, Mr.. Ire
herne2"
very" | responded, swallowed in
quick recollection.
Mrs. Lewis, do you suppose they
were made with cream of tartar, tartsric, |
soda, or, orwell, the other thingg |
confusedly, and dropped my |
ewes before the amazment in hers.
All three, guess" she answered |
with utmost gravity, though there was a
twinkle in her eye, for she evidently con-
sidered me in fun, when / was nearly /
distracted with seriousness.
| mentally resolved to have biscuit for
breakfast, and with that view, began to |
dissect lllne to disc over, if possible, the
other necessary ingredients, but deriving /
very little satisfaction from the operation,
slipped piece into my pocket to use
as a guide on the dreaded tomorrow |
The fuss and fume ended, and Kitzie /
and went home She was full of frolie /
and / made several CHASTITY attempts TO /
be in an answering mood, but l couldn't I
and to this day | regard woman as a I
How can she laugh and be gay /
with three hundred and sixtY-tive break +
fasts, not to speak of dinners and suppers,
to look after.
I am positive that it was midnight
when Kitzie awoke me with the remark:
Roger, it is time to get up. / heard
Patric down stairs quite while ago, and
he doesn't know anything TO do until
you go down and start her,"
1 crawled, no / rolled out of bed, and
had crept into my dressing gown and
slippers before I recoIlected that Kitzie
aIways went down fresh and sweet, all
-cedy for breakfast, so turned round
and faced my dismal reflection in the
glass. and mechanically picked up my
lecktie 1t was of delicate Hcac, very
rood for party, but hardly suitable for
low: so / threw it aside and began to
.ummage for my black one, which proved
10 be ODShnateiy Ho6 ssts 50 usEA1tI
hat breakfast without necktie wasn't
bad, and perhaps | would have time 70
-un up again. I didn't think as I went
Town what would have said If Kitzie
vas to come to breakfast without one of
az dainty ties ont was best for me
hat reflected just asiittle as possible on
What / ever had said or would say again.
As it was / stumbled through the semi
darkness of hall and rooms, and opened