The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1882-08-16


an not go near the kitchen to
even smell the dinner. don't know
anything about cooking it and will
trust to luck. l have an idea that
Mac is really capable-is going to
prove treasure. His dress was so
neat and he was SO quiet and respect
full" concluded Emma, leisurely ar
ranging her hair.
Her new dress, with its abundant
lace and cardinal ribbons, was very
becoming and fitted the petite, round
figure SO perfectly that Emma felt at
peace with all the world.
~ have heard that Mr.. Arthur
Maxwell is very faStidious in the
matter Of ladies' Dress" unused EN-
ma, twisting her head over her shout
der TO see the effect of her sash. 81
wonder what his first impression Of
me will be? l should like to have
poor Ally's brother like me-"
AT length the last bracelet was
elapsed, the last touch given, and re-
firing backwards from the mirror
with a radiant face, Emma turned
and ran up the to nursery to see the
children dressed for company, and
also TO speak with the boys-and, it
must be confessed, TO firt a little
with Mr.. Vincent, the tutor, who
was always at her service for this ex-
ercise.
There was delightful sayory odor
pervading the house, when she came
down and set out the wine and ice,
and made few additions TO the Ia.
BILE.
She looked at her watch-3:05.-
Then she went softly to the end of
the hall, and listened to the lively
clatter in the kitchen. She could
hear Mac chatting pleasantly with
the housemaid, Nanny, and all
seemed to be well in that direction.
At $40 she repaired to the draw.
ing room and took seat overlooking
the street.
Carriages came, and carriages went
but none Of them stopped at the en-
trance.
The little girls, brave in new rib
bons, came down.
The boys and Mr.. Vincent came
down.
Mr.. Maye's latchkey settled in the
door, and the dinner-bell rang.
"Not GOMEZ" asked Mr.. Maye, at
sight Of Emma's disappointed face.
"No," she pouted: land such a
nice dinnerl"
Every strange!" unused that gentle
men, leading the way into the din
ming room. II hadn't the least
doubt-Why, my dear fellow" seiz-
ing by the shoulder the new cook,
who acting also as butler, had just
placed the soup.tureen upon the ia.
ble-"my dear, dear fellow, why, how
is this2 Emma declared you hadn't
Gomez"
That young lady grew as white as
the table.cloth, and grasped a chair
for support.
THAT Mr.. Arthur Maxwell? IL
thought it was the cook"
81 came earlier than l expected,
and in time to make myself useful
to Miss Emma" laughed Mr.. Max
we'll, divesting himself of his white
towel and bowling with grace to that
young lady.
GLOW could she have fallen into
such. an errorl"
81 was so terribly anxious, l didn't
look at you twice. Mr.. Maxwell, 1
hope you will forgive me?" stammer-
ed Emma,as red now as she had been
pale.
"rhere is nothing to forgive, if my
dinner turns out WE'LL" he added,
laughing, evidently the sweetest.tem.
pered man in the world. ~ learn.
ed to cook when l was a student
in Paris-a Frenchman taught
me. l have been rather proud Of my
culinary skill, but am out of prac.
tice now, and am not quite sure OF
the Floretine."
Emma, cried Mr.. Maye, "what
does all this mean2"
"Why, Tom, you promised to send
me up man cook"
Mr.. Maye clasped his hands tragi.
cally.