Connecticut western news., 1882-05-31
THE NEW COOK.

s'There is one thing you mustn't for get, Tom ?" .... "What's that, Emma?"
 Don't forget to go to the registry office and send me up cook. The new girl is good for nothing, and the old one can't do everything. Young or old, man or woman, don't care, only send me up competent cook by 10 o'clock this morning."
 "Don't look so desperate, sis ; I'll remember it. I want things in pretty good style for Maxwell he is used to it -is fond of good dinners and guess I'll send you good, smart cook, En- ma" MT. Thomas Maye disappeared with reassuring nod. He had pro- verbally bad memory pretty Emma Nave knew it very well, yet in this des- perate emergency she trusted him.
 During the two years she had had charge of her widowed brothers family they had been blessed by the most skill full of cooks; but Joan had taken 8 ancy to get married, and her place was hastily supplied by one who soon proved incapable.
 Just at this juncture Mir. Maye re- ceiyed tidings that his dead wife's favor ite brother, Arthur Maxwell, just re- turned from abroad, would pay him a visit. From the first, Emma had been nervous over the responsibility of en- tertaining this elegant young man, whom she had never seen. She was lovely and accomplished but she could not cook-in fact, she had never tried.
 It was 7:30 o'clock when MT. Nave went to town. He took nothing but a cup of coffee at o'clock, and lunched at his favorite restaurant at II o'clock. At 3:30 o'clock the Mayes dined, and MT. Maxwell was expected by the SIC o'clock train.
 'There p sighed Emma, when, two hours after her brothers departure, the house was in its usual exquisite order and the viands and flowers sent up fol dinner eff Tom doesn't forget, and i he sends up a good cook, everything will be nice enough"
 She did not dare think of the possibil ity of Toms having forgotten, or tha of the cook not coming for any othel reason j; but when, precisely at II o'clock, the door-bell rang, a score weight was lifted from her heart. Sh, ran herself to answer the summons. { medium-sized, well-dressed, modest looking young man stood at the en trance, and she frightened at sight o him.
 " I am very glad you are so punctual l was afraid I should be disappointed, she said, leading the way to the kitchen without an instant's delay. "Let m' see-ten o'clock. I shall have to SC you at work at once to prepare first class dinner. We are expecting com pany from London, my cook has lief me, and do not my self know anythin; about cooking. What is your name i? literally bereaving the young man o his hat and hanging it as high out o reach as possible.
 His reply was rather faint, but eh thought she caught 1t.
 ssMac? You do not look like a Irishman. But it doesn't make an difference. Are you a good cook?"
 The smile of the young man wa rather puzzling. "I'll do my best, he said pleasantly.
 You see there's nothing iD the hous but cold cbicken," continued Emm, unconsciously wringing her little hand as she continued to address the ne cook, who certainly listened yer attentively. "But my brother h: sent up some pigeons-to be roasted, suppose.
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