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

v. .ne I'pie, ana Win q 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 sill
yer and china and then, with sigh of
satisfaction at the result, ran away to
dress
''I'll not go near the kitchen to even
smell of the dinner. L don't know any
thing about cooking it. and will trust to
luck. 1 have an idea that Mac is real
eapable-is gong to prove a treasure.
His dress was so neat, and he was so
quiet and respectful" concluded Emma
lelsurely arranging her bangs.
Her new dress. with It's abundant lace
and cardinal ribbons, was very becoming
and fitted the petite round figure so per-
fectly that Emma felt at peace with all
I the world.
81 have heard that Mr.. Arthur Max
well Is very fastidious ln the matter of
ladies' Dress" mused Emma, twisting
her head over her shoulder to see the
effect OF her sash. 81 wonder what his
first impression of me will be? I should
like to have poor Ally's brother like
me-"
At length the last bracelet was
clasped, the last touch given, and re-
firing backward from the mirror, with q
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, If must be confessed
fiirt a little with Mr., Vincent, the tutor,
who was always at her service for this
exercise.
There was delightfully."- savory odor
pervading the house, when she came
down and set out the wine and ice, and
made a few amendments of the table.
Before Alice died she had painted an
exquisite ebony ring for ter brother,
and this Emma placed with the napkin
designed for Mr.. Arthur Maxwell thin.
king how artistic and pretty everythin
was, and deciding that the gentleman's
fiIst impression must be pleasant.
She looked at her watch five minutes
past three. Then she went softly to
the end Of the hail, and listened to the
lively chatter IN the kitchen. She could
hear Mac chattering pleasantly with the
little housemaid, Nancy, and all seemed
to be well in that direction.
At three ten she repaired TO the draw
ing-room, and toek seat overlooking
the street. Carriages came and carri-
ages went. but none stopped at the en-
trance. The little girls, brave in new
ribbons, came down Mr.. Maye's latch
key settled in the door, the dinner bell
rang.
Not Gomez" asked Mr.. Maye, at sight
of Emmas disappointed face.
"No,' she pouted; "and such a nice
dinne1?"
"Very stranger' mused that gentle
man, leading the way into tie dinner
room. Il hadn't the least doubt-Why;
my dear fellow" seizIng by the should
ers the new COOK who, acting also as
butler, had just placed the soup tureen
upon the table-''dear, dear fellow. why
how is this? Emma declared you hadn't
GOMEZ
That young lady grew as white as the
table cloth and grasped a chair for sup
port.
THAT Mr.. Arthur Maxwell? II
thought 1t was the COOK
Il came earlier than l expected, and
in time to make myself useful to Miss
Emma, laughed Mr.. Maxwell, diyest-
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. eio-
quent, beautiful eyes-oh, why hadn't
she known? How could she have fallen
into such an error?
Il was so terribly anNious-I didn't
look at you twice. Mr.. Maxwell hope
you will forgive mel" stammered Emma
as red now as she had been pale.
There is nothing to forgive, II my
dinner turns out well, he added, laugh
ing, evidently the sweetest tempered
man in the world. 81 learned to cook
when L was a student in Paris-a French
man taught me. j have been rather
proud of my culinary skill. but am
little out OF practice now, and am not
quite sure OF the Florentine.
"Emmal cried Mr.. Maye. what does
ell tins mean?"
why, John, you promised to send
me up man cook.
Mr.. Maye clasped his hands traglcal-
ly.
Emma I forgot it!'
"W ell, he came, just at ten O'Clock.
thought he was the cook; / ushered him
-. l,t.ha,a tho nOtS and
pans. L Questioned him rs to what he
knew about cooking. 1 urged him to
make all haste and serve the dinner-and
called him all Irishman?" sobbed En-
ma, Historically.
mo offense, Miss Emma. My grand
father, on my mothers side-AIajor
Trelawny-was an Irishman. " observed
Mr.. Maxwell, coolly. ''And, since L
have done my best, won't you try the
soup before it is cold?"
The others started, and Enma cred;
but Mr. Msye laughed-laughed up
roariously.
1.-The best Joke of the season! Sit
right down, everybody! Emma, you
foolish girl, don't cry. Arthur doesn't
care. And as for your Florentine-Ar-
thur, tell Nancy to bring it on. The
proof of the pudding is the eating, you
KNOW"
Miss Emma won't cry when she
tastes my SOUP" remarked Arthur,
lading it out promptly, with an AIR oil
pride.
And then they all fell to tasting and
praIsing, and urging Emma to taste and
praise, until she l&ughsa and cried all
But Mr.. Arthur was so delightful, SO
winning and so witty, so kind to his ag
itated young hostess, and he'd cooked
such an excellent dlnner-frem the pig
cons to the pudding. everything was
By and-by Emma was herself again.
.sTbis has taught me lesson, she
said, 81 never will be SO desperately
situated again. will learn to cook.
"Let me teach you said Arthur.
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