Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1882-01-12

chance of Dost-mOrtem examination;
that was if it had the same appearance
as when | last saw it.
l accordingly expressed my pleasure
may the recording angel be merciful !
and escorted them to their room and
then, with few words of welcome,
lett them TO hurry to the kitchen, tum-
BILE the board, rolling-pin, and every
other bedaubed thing but myself, into
the woodshed and finished by taking
the shrunken loaf and burying it in the
garden.
This accomplished, returned to the
kitchen, where Mrs. Dossel soon joined
me, with her dress caught up, and her
sleeves rolled pinned back with an eye
to business.
She asked a few questions as to the
whereabouts of certain articles, and
then limited pretty strongly that she
had no further use for me. [ under
stood, and went to my room, where
the miserable, dirty, forlorn wretch who
glared at me from the glass did more
to cure me of self-conceit than a three
hours lecture from another could have
done.
A bath, change of garments, and the
use of a nail brush, changed my out
ward appearance somewhat, and [
Joined Miss Dossel in the parlor, with a
faint perception of my own identity.
An hour later we were summoned to
tea. Wonderful! That meal will al
ways be a mystery to me
White cloth, spotless queensware,
shining silver, snowy biscuit, thin, wine
colored dried beef, crisp radi8hes, and
handsomely moulded butter, all seemed
to have slipped into their appropriate
places, as if my mothers hand had
guided them. Even cake, small, but
Of feathery lightness, was quivering,
warm from the oven. [ did not cease
to wonder, while the meal progressed,
and did the honors like an overgrown
school boy. Nor was my wonder
lessened when, a little while after, /
made an excuse to the pantry, and
found that nightmare of a moulding
board and rolling-pin clean and dry in
their places.
Toward evening, Mrs. Dossel pro-
posed walk to the bank of the river,
that flowed q little distance from the
house. We went through the garden,
that being the nearest way and now,
plying reader, what do you suppose
appeared to me in my ill-fated transit
Nothing less than that abominable loaf
Of sOmething-it certainly was not
bread-that some Unconditional cur
had unearthed, and left to mar the
beauty of the landscape, a shadow in
the sunshine
What could [ do? The ladies were
evidently amazed, and waiting for me
to explain. ~ will make clean breast
of it," I said, in desperation and &C
cordingly told them of all my misera-
BILE failures. The laughed some, and
evidently wanted to laugh more.
"And what induced you to bury
your unlucky loaf?' asked Mrs. Dossel
"To get it out of my sight" Ireplied
kicking the deformed thing back into
its hole as we passed on our way.
"No one but physician would have
thought of thus disposing of an unfor-
tunate job" remarked the young lady
mischievously.
! Inc next Gay Iney I6lG me, alCer pre-
pairing bread and cake enough fol
hree men, instead of one, until my
mother and sisters return.
Mrs. DossePs daughter is now my
wife. [ was sure that woman who
could get up a meal, in the way she
did, could get up wife, of whom any
man might be proud-and I was right
She is little saucy at times, and
Jenny aids and abets her, especially il
l dare to find the slightest fault with a
dish on the table. perhaps he would
prefer cooking it himself" she viii
say, 90, Edward is a ca ital cook
learned by intuition; beats up eggs III
basket, buries his bread to make il
rise, and fries dry beans in pork
gravy!" and before 1 can box her ears
is out of the room, leaving me tC
think Of that wretched week, with 8
horror that even my enemies should
respect, and be silent as to It's cause.
A Colorado Sunset.
Standing upon the margin Of a lovely
lake in the bosom of the nesting
mountains above the beautiful village