The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1880-05-14

then / can fix something for my sell easy
enough" and he departed for the
kitchen, bordering the question as to
what he should prepare for breakfast.
Now, his great-grandmother was
French lady, and perhaps it was from
her that he inherited the taste for ONE
lette. And on this particular morning
he determined to regale himself with
that dish. But how to make it. he
didn't know. He had always seen
them come on the table light and daky,
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 a 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-pa 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 monkeyr' cried the
General, angrily. He always said that
when greatly excited. Somehow it
seemed to him to be an awful impreca-
ton. 90, e.,js
Well, he toasted some bread, and
with that, the coffee and "omelette,"
managed to make out breakfast.
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 a formidable array.
Nevertheless, puckering his lips togeth-
er, he. began to whistle Captain
Jinks." and set sturdily to work at
DISTINGUISHING. It was a whole hour be-
fore he started for the woods. Billy
McEvoy, his schoolmate accompanied
him. Both boys were brim full OF plans
for day of delight. They were going
to play 'sIngin." This consisted OF
building a 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 darling 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. "Nor' said grandpa. YOU'RE
the boy that can get along without
favOrs from any one, SO don't bother me
with your SWinoSn' IN ..Tn
They didn't have much fun after
that, and pretty soon Mr.. 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 a ride over to the vii
lage, to buy their weekly groceries.
Then General wanted to 90 along, for
he had five cents, with which to buy
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 sewed 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 spectac1es, saying:
"Have you had pleasant day?''
''Meanest day ever wasr' quoth the
General.