The Worthington advance., 1882-08-17
NY BREAKFAST.
From the January Patriot.

NY BREAKFAST. =.
From tho January Patriot.
''It's perfectly useless, my dear. /" I
said ~ sweetly ~ possible, then added
magnanimously, for1 wanted to temper
justice with mercy, "but then you are
young" a :
1 did not receive the answer 1sseonsid-
cred due me; instead, my wife preserved
. most perfect silence.
care you nearly ready?" asked Kit
sie, sweetly.
1nevsr did ses such irreproachable
good nature % Kitzie1. HAT and
Gloves" responded, provoked At my
want Of success - = domestic lecturer,
and trying my level best not to see how
pretty she lookedtwistinga deecy, white
arrangement. caught with lilac bows,
Ill around her dainty head, and looking
demurely out At me with her. pangs
sha' led eyes. IL
"You've not been listening to what !
said Kitzie," said with much severity,
and bursting . button OF my glove. II
Vas decidedly in earnest"
my dear boy," she said solemnly, II
heard every word, and in consequence
thereof am thoroughly convinced that /
am failure, and = great worry to you.
Nv. tried my best, but can't cook like
your mother. I'm sorry; lust AZ porry
a. can be; but you shall have one
breakfast precisely on time, and just ex-
actly like your mothers. You shall
cook it yourself tomorrow morning."
Now I was staggered. / pulled of
another button, and wished could
pull out my tongue a. esily. cook!
and cook the whole breakfast at that!
Shades of Cicero! But Kitzie was evi-
IDENTIFY waiting for an answer, and si-
lence would convict me, so l said, with
pompdhs indifferen ce. "Very we'll, my
dear. are We quite ready now?'
Bless my soul, what an evening that
was! danced and ate, and laughed and
talked with the regulation party goer,
but was haunted with the nightmare
OF cooking stove and new girl. At the
supper table &c some of everything,
anxiously all the while to myself: II
wonder how they made this, and if / had
better have it for breakfast" With dis.
tracing clearness I recalled to nv mind
each criticism which l had made on Kit
zie's breakfast, and remembered that
each had been accompanied by a boast
that could do better; so of course she
would expect to find every fault correct.
ed and every item exact. l glanced IN
ut her as she sat opposite to me with 8
mortally ugly man, and so perfectly love.
ly was the arch sweetness Of her face,
with its precious, tender little mouth, the
laughing, pansied eyes and the dear little
nose, that quite forgot my worry fol-
an instant in exulting proudly over the
fact that she was mine, all mine. These
pleasing reflections were cut short, how
ever. The lady at my left, evidently
thinking the silence between us should
be broken, seized upon an unlucky sub
ject and remarked sweetly:
Aren't these biscuits delicious, Mr.
:yery,", I responded, swallowed in
quick rccollections.
Mrs. Lewis, do you suppose they
were made with cream of tartar, tartarit
soda Orwell, the other thing?" l STAN.
mered, confusedly, and dropped my
eyes before the amazement in hers.
'All three, l guess" she answered
with utmost gravity, though there was q
twinkle in her eyes, for she evidently
considered me in fun, when l was near.
ly distracted with seriousness.
mentally resolved to have biscuits
fOr hrno r NTH %1,o% .,:o,,, H.
gan to disssct mine to discover, If posi-.
bic, the other necessary Ingredient: but
deriving very little satisfaction from the
operation, l slipped a piece into my
pocket, to use as u guide ON the dreaded
tomorrow morning.
The fuss and fume ended. and Kitzie
and I went home. She was full of frolic
and make several ghastly attempts to
be in an answering mood but couldn't
and to this day regard woman as 9
marvel. How can she laugh and be gay
with three hundred and sixty-five break
fasts, not to speak of dinners and SUD.
pers, to look after?
I'm positive that it was midpight when
kitzie awOke me with the remark:
Roger. it is time to get up. I heard
Patric down stairs quite q while ago, and
she doesn't know anything to do until
you 60 down and start her."
crawled, no, rooled out of bed
and had crept into my dressing gown
and slippers before l recollected that
kitzie always went down fresh and
sweet, all ready for breakfast. turned
round and faced my dismal reflection in
the glass, and mechanically picked up
my necktie. It was of delicate lilac,
very good for party, but hardly suit
able for now; 20 threw it aside and be.
gan to rummage for my black one, which
proved TO BE- obstinately modest, 80 l
decided that breakfast without neckiie
wasn't had, and perhaps I should have
kitzie was to come to breakfas: without
me that reflected a. little az
possible ON what I ever had said
or would say again. As it was, STUN
oled along through the semi-darkness ol
hall and rooms, and opened the kitchen
door to be greeted with cheerful pros
pect. The yawning stove hearth was
graced with ashes, as was the floor
around; the cat was placidly licking out
OF the bowl Of fresh milk standing on
the bench, while Patric, with q huge
scarlet bow in her frizzled hair. war, ,bai.
nncing out of the window flirting with
the milkman. stood aghast for two
whole minutes, and wondered how
mad best address the strange queen of
my culinary realm. concluded not to
address her at all, but to rattle the door
knob ominously.
"Bless my soul!" she cried with a star
tied jump, "sure an thought it waa
the mistress herself, an what do you
want anyhow"
Il want the cat taken out of the milk. u
said, regain,ne my possession in
anger at her fmpertinence. "What are
you ldiing out Of the window for? Shut
: s a1d build the fire Immediately"
...ss shore 9ow," she cried loudly, with
who's the like of yourself. to be bossino
me? II yes wants the fire built. ye}a
c9n build it''