The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1882-04-08
THE NEW COOK.

get, Brother Tom -
"What is that, Emma p
"Don't forget to 60 to the help Office,
and send me 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, don't
care only send me up a competent cook
by ten o'clock this morning"
"Don't look so desperate, sis I'll
remember it. want things in pretty
good style for Maxwell; he is used to
its fond ofgood dinners; and guess
I'llsend you up good, smart hancock,
Emma.
az hope Mr.. Maxwell won't expect
things too nice bu, I'll do my best in
other matters, il you'll only provide
some one capable Of serving good din
ncr."
Mr.. Thomas Maye disappeared with
a reassuring nod. He had proverbi-
ally bad memory; pretty Emma Maye
knew it very we'll, yet in this desperate
emergency she trusted him. Danger
Gus but what could she do ? During
the two years she had had charge of her
widowed brothers family they had been
blessed BY the most skillful of cooks !;
but Joan had taken fancy to get mar
ried. and her place was hastily supplied
by one who soon proved incapable
Just at this juncture Mr.. Nave received
tidings that his deceased wife's favori,e
brother, Arthur Maxwell, just returned
from Europe. would pay him visit.
From the first, Emma had been nerv-
Gus over the responsibility OF entertain
ing 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. Certainly,
it seemed task enough for young lady
of twenty to superintend n family con-
sisting Of her brother and herself, two
boys and their tutor, two little girls and
their nurse-maid, with two other ser
wants. But though arduous, j, had been
we'll performed.
The house was the perfection of neat
ness and taste, the children well trained
and Emma was much beloved IN her
brothers family. The latter she had
been devoted to in sickness and health.
and he gratefully intended to make her
tasks rs light as possible. But, as have
said, he had a proverbially bad memory,
and, unfortunately, Emma had been
obliged to trust TO il.
II was half-past seven when Mr.. Mayc
went down town. He took nothing but
a cup Of coffee at seven, and lunched at
his favorite restaurant at eleven. At
half-past three the Mayes dined, and
Mr.. Maxwell was expected by the three
ten train.
"There I" sighed Emma, when, two
hours after her brothers departure, the
house was in its usual exquisite order,
and the viands and flowers sent up for
dinner; "if Tom doesn't forget, and IL
he sends up a good cook, everything
will be nice enough"
She did not dare consider the posi-
bility Of Toms having forgotten. or that
Of the cook not coming for any other
reason; but when, precisely at ten
O'Clock, the door-bell rang, a secret
weight was lifted from her heart. She
ran herself to answer the summons.
A medium-sized. wcll-dressed, modest
looking young man stood at the entrance
and she frightened at sight Of him.
"I am very glad you are so punctual;
] was afraid ] should be disappointed, 7"
she said, leading the way to the kitchen,
without an instant's delay. "Let me
see-ten O'Clock. I shall have to set
you at work at once to prepare a first
class dinner. We are expecting CON-
pany from New York, my cook has left
me, and do not myself know anything
about cooking. What is your name 2"
literally bercaving the young man Of
his hat, and hanging II as high out Of
reach as possible.
His reply was rather faint, but she
thought she caught il.
"Mac You do not look like an Irish
man. But il doesn't make any differ
ence. Are you good cook ."
The smile Of the young man was rather
puzzling.
"I'll do my 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 atten-
lively. "But my brother has sent up
some pigeons-to be roasted, Isupposs. "
"Yes'm.'
Scan you make celery salad p
al think ! can"
Sand Mayonnaise sauce Tor the cold
chicken % taeaie hilaal
"Yes'm I"