New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1880-06-02
WHOLE NUMBER e17.
French lady. and perhaps it was from

French lady, and perhaps it was from
her that he inherited the taste for onse-
lette:. And on this particular morning
he determined to regals himself with
that dish. But how to make it, he
didn't know. He had always seen
them come on the table light and flaky,
and tinted a delicious golden-brown.
He studied the receipt-book, and, when
confident that he had mastered its
mysteries, he marshaled the flour,
eggs and milk, and proceeded to jum-
BILE them together in what he considered
a very professional manner. He turned
the yellow mass into the frying-pan
and waited the results. The fire was
brisk, and pretty soon there was sus-
picious smell Of something burning.
The General thought that perhaps he
had better turn the omelette, and he
endeavored to do this with the dexter
Gus flop that Hannah always practiced,
but, sad to say, the batter stuck to the
iron, and the little boy found that he
had made grave mistake in not greas:
ing the frying-pan before he had poured
the mixture into it. Part of the ONE
lette was burnt, part uncooked, and the
General heard Hannah giggle as he
dished up the unsavory mess. He then
proceeded to broil piece of beefsteak.
He had pounded it nicely, and had left
it for moment, while he attended to
his coffee, which was boiling over,
when suddenly Lady Jane Grey, the
Maltese kitten, jumped up on the table
and leaped out of the window-the piece
of steak in her mouth!
Mysterious monkey!'' cried the
General, angrily. He always said that
when greatly excited. Somehow it
seemed to him to be an awful impreca-
ton.
Well, he toasted some bread, and
with that, the coffee and "omelette,"
managed to make out q bre akfast.
Having finished, he grabbed his hat and
was about to bound out of the door,
when Hannah turned around, quietly
saying, "Your grandma said that you
was to clean up your breakfast things
cooking dishes and ALL" Scott stood
aghast. The numerous dishes with
yellow batter dried on, the frying pan
stuck full of bits of burnt omelette. did,
indeed, present q formidable array.
Nevertheless, pickering his lips togeth-
er. he began to. whistle "Captain
Jinks." and set sturdily to work at
dish-washing. 1t was whole hour be-
fore he started for the woods. Billy
McEvoy, his schoolmate accompanied
him. Both boys were brim full of plans
for q day of delight. They were going
to play "Ingin." This consisted OF
building q wigwam of hemlock bows,
making fire and roasting potatoes in
the ashes. The most warlike feature
of this savage life consisted in catching
the little silvery minnows darting in the
brook, or in firing stones at stray squir-
rels and chipmunks. A day thus spent
was always one of much Joy to Scott,
but on this occasion he didn't feel as
happy as usual. Billy McEvoy wanted
his own way about everything, and they
had one or two quarrels. Then Scott
burned his fingers when building the
fire, and, added to this, the hemlock
wigwam tumbled down and one of the
sticks hurt his head. Later, when they
had the fire nicely burning, and their
dinner cozily cooking in the ashes, the
sky suddenly cloudcd and the rain came
pouring down. The boys had to run
for the barn. Reaching it they made
plans for the afternoons enjoyment.
Scott asked his grandpa to put up
swing. ''No!' said grandpa. YOU'RE
the boy that can get along without
favors from any one, so don't bother me
with your swings''
They didn't have much fun after
that, and pretty soon MIR. McEvoy's
hired man came over to take Billy
home. In an hour the sun came out
bright and clear. Grandma and grand
pa started for ride over to the viii
lage, to buy their weekly groceries.
Then General wanted to 20 along, for
he had five cents, with which to buy
firc-crackers; but he didn't dare ask
grandpa, for fear Of getting another re-
buff. So he lolled around the house.
wishing that he had some work to do,
but ashamed to ask. He bursted but
ton from off his trousers. and tried to
sew it on. He made bungling work of
it, and grandma smiled when she
saw it sewcd on with blue en-
broidery silk! He cut his finger, and
had to bind it up. He had to part his
hair himself. and finally made up his
mind that other folks beside himself
were of use in the world. He was glad
when night came, and he could 20 to
bed. AS he took his lamp and started
to leave the room, his grandma gave
him quizzical, yet kindly look from
over her spectacles, saying: =
"Have you had pleasant day."
"Meancst day ever was!' qloth the
General. .
"Let no man live unto himselfr' said
grandma, and, kissing him tendcrly, she
babe him goodnight.
And now comes the strangest part OF
my story. Monday morning, when
Hannah arose for her weekly washing.
she found her tub filed with fresh rain
water. "Massy me! Who could have
been so obligin'p'' she muttered. Then
she added, in tones of intense surprise,
as she glanced out of the back-door:
"And l do believe it's the General!
And if he amt chopping away at that
air wood-pile too!'--Mary f.. Quicken
bush, in Christian, at Work.