The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1878-07-10

'blOdu lOI thclNC .yVals' IHo a. SWNth
Mon Dieu, ma sol, and she'll talk
about her naiyette, and her gaucherie
and her chic; she'll speak bad French
in thepresent tense; indicative mood,
of the first congugation, and she'll
commence all her questions with
Esher," and then stick like the young
man at vaneerings' party, 1 shan't
see her, that's settled. Write to Mrs.
Flipper (mellihous appellation) and
say we are going on visit and we
don't know when we will return; or,
better go to town, see Mrs, F., ex-
plain to her openly that | never will
marry a Frenchifed wax-doll, but
that l want wife who knows how
to keep a house in order, can
cook, preserve, bake, darn, sew,
mend, dust, sweep, and as the adyer-
tisements say, makes herself gener-
ally useful, In.short,'a woman like
my respected ma; and so you may
kill two birds with one stone, find a
cook that can cook and bring her back
with you. An idea seemed to strike
Mrs. Clements, and she answered
gaylw
swell, DlckAeverything is for the
best. If you won't marry her you
won't, so l do as You say"
After breakfast she made a hurried
toilet, and took the first train for the
city. Toward evening she returned
with as pretty little feminity as
Dick had ever seen withal. The
dainty, curly-haired little woman
went straightway to the kitchen,
and then Mrs. Clements informed
her son that she had made matters
all right with Mrs. Flipper, and the
pretty conglomcratlon Of muslin,
curls, and pink and white was new
cook she had engaged.
"Ahl" cries the reader, you can't
deceive us; the pink-and-white little
cook is Kittie Flippor, and three wo'
men have designed a plan to catch
Dick unawares." And the readers
are correct, but we vow and declare
that we never had any intention Of
shrouding the dear girl in mystery
and practicing deception, live had
but this is egotism and we disgress,
With the advent of the new cook
came luxuries such as had never
been seen on Clements table before,
The cnisine (as Dicks Kitty Flinper
might say) was perfect. Richards
stockings were mendcd so neatly that
an old pair were better than Il new
pair. His shirts, too, were ironcd
so perfectly that their whiteness and
gloss caused envy in the bosoms Of
all his male friends.
But another change had been cf
iected by the cook, The pink-and
white young lady, whom the hottest
fire never made red and white, was
accustomed to take a seat in the sit
ting-room in the evening and attend
to her sewing, the kitchen being
locked up-to save gas, Mrs. c., said
and Dick remained home at nights
something unusual for him.
In fact, Dick was in love with the
cook, and he founda hundred excuse:
a day to go to the kitchen and have
word or two with the curly-headed
little woman.
At first she was very cold to him
but gradually, as she saw his respect
increase with his love, the ice of hel
reserve began to melt under the
warmth Of his passion, and the young
man was correspondingly happy.
Perhaps there were no conferences
with comparing of notes between the
cook and her mistress when our gen
tleman took his afternoon walk! {
no-of course not-why should there
be?
At length Dick found himself SC
entangled in the net of love that
nothing but marriage would free him
so he entered the kitchen one after
noon, and, with a preamble proposed
marriage.
And here is where we triumph ov'
er the intelligent reader, who say:
a knew how it would bo-sho ac.
copted him, they were married, the
fraud was exposed, and they lived
happily evormorc.
Wrong, oh, intelligent readcrl
"Will younarry me-" said he.