Hand County press. (Miller, Dakota [S.D.]) 1882-1893, 1882-06-21

"There Is one thing you mustn't for
get, Tom
whats that, Emma?'
"Don't forget to go to the registry
Office and send me cook. The new
girl is good for nothing, and the old one
can't do everything. Young or old, man
or woman, don't care, only send me up
q competent cook by 10 o'clock this
morning."
Don't look so desperate, Sis I'll re
member it I want things in pretty
good style for Maxwell he is used to it
is fond of good dinners and / guess
I'll send you good, smart cook, Emma"
Mr.. Thomas Maye disappeared with a
reassuring nod. He had a proverbially
bad memory pretty Emma Maye knew
it very we'll, yet in this desperate emer-
gency she trusted him.
During the two years she had had
charge of her widowed brothers family
they had been blessed by the most skill
full Of cooks but Joan had taken fancy
TO get married, and her place was hastily
supplied by one who soon proved incap-
able.
Just at this iuncture Mr. Maye received
hdings that his dead, wife's favorite
brother, Arthur Maxwell, just returned
from abroad, would pay him a visit.
From the first Emma had been nervous
over the responsibility of entertaining
this elegant young man, whom she had
never seen. She was lovely and accom-
plished; but she could not cook--in fact,
ehe had never tried.
1t was 7:30 o'clock when Mr.. Maye
went to town. He took nothing but o
cup OF coffee at o'clock, and lunched
at his favorite restaurant at IL o'clock.
At $3.50 o'clock the Mayes dined, and
Mr.. Maxwell was expected by the 3:1O
o'clock train.
"There" sighed Emma, when, two
hours after her brothers departure, the
house was in its usual exquisite order,
and the viands and flowers sent up for
dinner; "if Tom doesn't forget, and If
he sends up good cook, everything will
be nice enough"
She did not dare think of the possibil-
ity OF Toms having forgotten, or that OF
the cook not coming for any other reason; /;
but when, precisely at 10 o'clock, the
door-bell rang, secret weight was lifted
from her heart. She ran herself to an
swer the summons. A medium sized,
well-dressed, modest-looking young man
stood at the entrance, and she frightened
at sight Of him.
II am very glad you are SO punctual;
l was afraid l should be disappointed,
she said, leading the way TO the kitchen
without an instant's delay. "Let me
see-10 o'clock. I shall have to set you
M work at once to prepare first-class
oinner. We are expecting company
from London, my cook has left me, and
l do not myself know anything about
cooking. What is your namef" literal
" beFeaving the young man Of his hat
and hanging it as high out Of reach as
possible.
His reply WIS rather faint, but she
thought she caught it.
Mac ! You do not look like an Irish.
man. But it doesn't make any difference.
Are you good cook3"
The smile of the young man was rath-
puzzling. "I'll do my best" he said
Pleasantly.
You see there's nothing in the house
out cold chicken" continued Emma,
unoonsciously wringing her little hands
s she continued to address the new
COOK, who certainly listened very atten-
uvely. "But my brother has sent us
up some pigeons--to be roasted, I sup
pose"
"Yss'm."
Can you make celery saladf"
II think can"
And Mayonnaise sauce for the cold
chick ?"
"Yss'm."