News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1882-06-15

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luck. I have an idea that Mac is really
capable-is going to prove treasure.
His dress was SO neat and he was SO
quiet and respectful, concluded Emma,
leisurely arranging her hair.
Her new dress, with its abundant lace
and cardinal ribbons, was very becom-
ing and fitted the petite, round figure
so perfectly that Emma felt at peace
with all the world.
ST have heard that Mr.. Arthur Max
well is very fastidious in the matter of
ladies' dress" unused Emma, twisting
her head over her shoulder to see the
effect of her sash. ST wonder what his
first impression OF me will be. should
like TO have poor Abby's brother like
me-"
| Atlength the last bracelet was clasped,
the last touch givens and retiring back
ward from the mirror with a radiant
face, Emma turned and ran up to the
nursery to see the children dressed for
company and also to speak with the
boys-and, it must be confessed, firt a
little with Mr.. Vincent, the tutor, who
was always at her service for this exer-
else.
There was delightfully."- savory odor
pervading the house, when she came
down and set out the wine and ice and
made few additions to the table.
She looked at her watch 3:05. Then
she went softly to the end of the hall,
and listened to the lively chatter in the
kitchen. She could hear Mac chatting
pleasantly with the little housemald,
Nanny, and all seemed to be well in that
direction.
At $40 she repaired to the drawing
room and took seat overlooking the
street.
Carriages came and carriages went
but none stopped at the entrance.
The little girls, brave in new ribbons
came down.
The boys and Mr.. Vincent came down
Mr.. Maye's latch-key settled in the
door, the dinner-bell rang. No
come ?" asked Mr.. Maye, at sight O
Emma's disappointed face.
''No, " she pouted and such nice
dinner T.
every strange ~ unused that gentle
man, leading the way into the dining
room. "I hadn't the least doubt
Why, my dear fellow" Selling 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 this ? Emma de
clared you hadn't come p
That young lady grew as white US the
table-cioth, and grasped chair for sup
port.
"That MIR. Arthur Maxwell? II
thought it was the cook.
"I came earlier than expected. and
in time to make myself useful to Miss
Emma" laughed Mr.. Maxwell, dives t.
ing himself of his white towel and bow
ing with grace to that young lady.
How could she have fallen into such
an error?
81 was so terribly anxious-I didn't
look at you twice. Mi, Maxwell,
hope you will forgive mel" stammered
Emma, as red now as she had been pale.
"There is nothing to forgive, If my
inner turns out well," he added,
laughing, evidently the sweetest-tem-
pered man in the world. "I learned to
cook when 1 was a student in Paris-a
Frenchman taught me. l have been
rather proud of my culinary skill, but /
am little out of practice now, and am
not quite sure of the Florentine."
Emma - cried Mr.. Maye, "whAt
does all this mean ?"
why, John, you promised to send
me up man cook.
Mr.. Maye clasped his hands tragic
ally.
Emma, forgot it."
"Well, he came Just at 10 o'clock.
/ thought he was the cook ushered
him into the kitchen, among the pots
and pans. l questioned him as to what
he knew about cooking. l urged him
to make eli haste and serve the dinner
and--and I called him an Irishman p
sobbed Emma Historically.
"No offense, Miss Emma. My grand
father, on my mothers sIde-Major
Trelawny-was an Irishman," observed
Mr.. Maxwell coolly. "And since have
done my best won't you try the soup
before it is cold?'
The others stared and Emma cried,
but Mr.. Maye laughed-laughed up
roariously.
1.-THE best joke of the season Sit
down, everybody! Emma, you foolish
girl, don't cry. Arthur doesn't care.
And as for your FIorentine-Arthur,
tell Nanny to bring it in. The proof
of the pudding is the eating, you
know"
Miss Emma won't cry when she
tastes my soup" remarked Arthur,
ladling it out promptly with an air of
pride.
And then they all fell to tasting and
praising, and urging Emma to taste and
praise, until she laughed and cried all
together.
But Mr.. Arthur was so delightful, so
winning and SO witty, so kind to his
agitated young hostess, and he'd cooked
such an excellent dinner-from the
pigeons to the pudding, everything was
perfect.
By-and-by Emma was herself again.
This has taught me a lesson" she
said. ''I never will be so desperately
situated again. 1 will learn to cook"
"Let me teach you," said Arthur.
He did.