The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1882-04-08
"can you make French soupa"

81 can."
''Oh, well, guess you will do" be-
ginning to look relieved. "Be sure the
vegetables are not overdone, and the
coffee good-my brother is very partic-
ular about his coffee. And we will have
a Florentine pudding1" with an inquir-
ing look.
"Yes'm," readily.
The new cook was already girding
himself with one Of the white towels
that lay on the dresser, and casting a
scrutinizing glance at the range fire.
Quite reassured in spirit, Emma was
turning away, when she stopped to add:
4sL~iil lay the table myself to-day,
Mac, and Gil the fruit-dishes and vases I;
but II you give satisfaction, I will en-
trust you with the key Of the china
closet, and you will have the entire care
Of the table !" and with gracious nod
the young lady withdrew from the
kitchen.
She piled the fruit-dishes with rosy
pears, golden oranges and white grapes;
filled the vases with roses, lilies and
ferns set clusters of dainty glasses,
filled with amber jelly, among the silver
and china, and then, with sigh OF sat
isfaction at the result, ran away to dress.
"1'll not go near the kitchen to even
smell OF the dinner. don't know any
thing about cooking it, and will trust to
luck. have an idea that Mac is real
capable-is going to prove a real trea-
sure. His dress was so neat, and he was
so quiet and respectful" concluded
Emma, leisurcly arranging her bangs.
Her new dress, with its abundant lace
and cardinal ribbons, was very becom-
ing, and fitted 'he petite, round figure
so perfectly that Emma felt at peace with
all the world.
al have heard that Mr.. Arthur Max
well is very fastidious in the matter Of
ladies' Dress" mused Emma, twisting
her shoulder to see the effect of her
sash. al wonder what his first impress
sion Of me will be1 should like TO
have poor Ally's brother like me-"
At length the last bracelet was clasped
the last touch given, and retiring back
ward from the mirror, with Il radiant
face, Emma turned and ran up to the
nursery, TO order the children dressed
for company, and also TO speak with the
boys, and, il must be confessed, fiirt a
little with Mr.. Vincent, the tutor, who
was always a, her service for this exer-
else.
There was delightfully."- savory odor
prevailing the house, when she came
down and made few amendments of
the table. Before Alice died she had
painted an exquisite ebony ring for her
brother, and this Emma placed with the
napkin designed for Mr.. Athur Maxwell,
thinking how artistic and pretty every
thing was, and deciding that the gentle
mans frs, impression must be pleasant.
She looked at her watch, five minutes
past three. Then she went softly to the
end OF the hall, and listened to the
lively olatier in the kitchen. She could
hear Mac chatting pleasantly with the
little hcusemaid, Nancy, and all seemed
TO be well in that direction.
At three-ten sec repaired to the draw
ing room, and took a seat overlooking
the street. Carriages came and car
riages went, but none stopped at the
entrance. The little girls, brave in new
ribbons, came down the boys and Mr..
Vincent came down, Mr.. Mayc's latch
key settled in the door, the dinner bell
rang.
"Not come ?" asked Mr.. Maye, at
sigh, Of Emma's disappointed face.
"No," she pou,ed ''and such nice
dinner !"
"very strange - mused tha, gentle
man, leading the way into the dining
room. al hadn't the least doubt
Why, my dear fellow" seized by the
shoulders the new cook, who acting also
as butler. had just placed the soup-tureen
upon the table-''my dear, dear fellow,
why how Is this9 Emma declared you
hadn't come !"
That young lady grew as white as the
tablc-cloth, and grasped a chair for sup.
port.
"That Mr.. Arthur MAXWELL IL
thought il was the cook -
al came earlier than ! expected, and
| in time to make myself useful to Miss
Emma," laughed Mr.. Maxwell, divest.
| ing himself OF his white towel and bow.
ing with exquisite grace to that young
lady.
The cultivated accents, the ambrosial
locks Of the bent head, the clear, elo.
quent, beautiful eyes-oh, why hadn't
she known? How could she have fallen
into such an error1
"I was so terribly anxious-I didn'i
look at you twice. Mr.. Maxwell,
hope you will forgive me I" stammered
Emma, as red now as she had been pale.
"Thcre is nothing to forgive, il my
dinner turns out well," he added, laugh
ing, evidently the sweetest-tempered
man in the world. al learned to cook
when was student in Paris-a French.
man taught me. I have been rather
proud Of my culinary skill, but am q
little out Of practice now, and am moi
quite sure Of the Florentine."
"Emma I" cried Mr.. Maye, "whal
does all this mean p
"why, John, you promised to send
me up man-cook."
Mr.. Maye clasped his hands tragically.
Emma, forgot i'll"
"Well, he came just at ten o'clock.
thought he was the cook ushered
him into the kitchen, among the pot.
and pans. questioned him as to wha,
he knew about cooking. I urged hin
to make all haste and serve the dinner
and-and I called him Mac !" sobbed
Emma, hysterically.
"No offense, Miss Emma. My grand
father, on my mothers side-Majol