Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1882-05-03
MIR. MAYS MEMORY.


Brother Tom?"
"What is that, Emma?"
Don't forget to go to the help Office
and send NE up cook. The new girl
is good for nothing, and the old one
can't do everything. Black or white.
young or old, man or woman, L don't
caro-, only send me up competent cook
10y teG O'Clock this morning."
Don't look so desperate. sis; I'll re-
member it L want things in pretty good
style for Maxwell; he Is used to it's
fond of good dinners, and / guess Ill
send you up a good, smart hancock,
Emma"
81 hope Mr. Maxwell won't expect
things too nice, but I'll do my best in
ether matters, Tom, if you'll only pro-
vide some one capable of serving good
dinner"
Mr.. Thomas Maye disappeared with a
reassuring nod He had proverbially
bad memory, pretty Emma Maye knew
1t very well, yet IN this desperate emer-
gency she trusted him. Dangerous, but
what could she do? During the two
years she had had charge of her wild
owed brothers family, they had been
blessed by the most skillful of cooks;
but Joas had taken fancy to get mar
ned, and ber place was hastily supplied
by one who soon proved an incapable.
just as this Juncture, MIR. Maye re-
ceived tidings that his deceased wife
favorite brother, Arthur Maxwell, i1st
returned from Europe, would pay him a
visit.
The Maxwell family were noted for
their wealth and good breeding, and
Arthur especially was distinguished for
his agreeability.
From the first, Emma had been ner-
vous over the responsibility OF entertal-
ming this elegant young man whom she
had never seen. She was lovely and ac-
complished, but she could not ccok-iz
fact she had never tried, Certainly. it
seemed task enough for young lady of
twenty to superintend family consist
ing OF her brother and herself, two boys
and their tutor, two httlo girls and their
nurse maid, with two other servants.
But though arduous, it had been well
performed.
The house was the perfection of neat
ness and taste, the children well trained
and Emma was much beloved III her
brothers family. The latter she had
been devoted to IN sickness and health,
and he gratefully intended to make her
tasks as light as possible. But, as l
have said, he had a proyerbially bad
memory, and, unfortunately, Emma had
been Obliged to trust to 1t.
1t was haiI-past seven when Mr., Maye
went down town. He took nothing but
q cup of coffee at seven, and lunched at
his favorite restaurant at eleven. AT
half-past thlee the Mayes dined, and
Mr.. Maxwell was expected by the three
ten train
"ThereI" sighed Emma, when, two
hours after the brothers departure, the
house was III its usual exquisite, order
and the viands and flowers sent up for
dinner; s'1f Tom doesn't forget, and II
he sends up a good cook, everything
will be nice enongh-"
She did not dare consider the posi-
bility of Toms having forgotten or that
of the cook not coming for any other rea-
son; but when, precisely at ten O'Clock,
the deor-bell rang, secret weight was
lifted from her heart. She ran berself
to answer the summons.
A medium-sized, well-dressed, modest
looking young man stood at the en-
trance, and she frightened at sight OF
him.
4 am very glad you are so punctual;
I was afraid / should be disappointed.
she said. leading the way to the kitchen
without an instant's delay. LET ne
see-ten o'clock. shall have to set you
to work at once to prepare first class
dinner, We are expecting company
from New York, and my cook has left
ME. and do not myself know anything
about cooking. What Is your name?
literally bereaving the young mali OF
his hat. and hanging it as far out OF
reach as possible.
His reply was rather faint, but she
thought she caught it,
"hfac? You do not look like an Irish
man. But Is doesn't make any dIfier-
ence. Are you 4 good ceok?
The smile of the young man was
rather puzzhDg
.III do ms best" he said pleasantly.
"You see there's nothing in the house
but cold chicken Continued Emma,
unconsciously wringing her little hands
as she CONTINUED to address the new
cook. who certainly listened very at
ten,ively. But my brother has sent
up some pigeons-to be roasted, sup
pose.
"Yes'm-"
"Can you make a celery salad?
81 think can."
"And Mayonnalse sauce for the coia
chicken?"
"les'm,. :,
"Can you make French soupI'
81 can"
80. well, guess you viii do, be-
ginning to look relieved. BE sure the
vegetables are not overdone, and the
coffee good-my brother is very part,
ular about his coffee And we Will
ave FIorentine pud,iing?" with an
nquiring look.
"Yes'm," readily.
The new cook was already glrding
himself with one of the white towels that
ay on the dresser, and casting a scruu-
izing glance at the range fire.
Quite reassured in spirit Emma
was turning away, when she stopped 10
id;
81 will lay the table myself to-day,
Mac, and all the fruit dishes and vases;
ut if you give satisfaction, VIII m
rust you with the key OF the CHINA