The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1883-01-11

Then she went softly TO the end Of
the hall and listened to the lively
clatter in the kitchen. She could
hear Mac chatting pleasantly with
the little housemaid, Nanny, and all
seemed to be well in that direction
At $3.50 she repaired to the draw
ing-room and took seat overlook
ing the street.
Carriages came and carriages
went, but none stopped at the en-
| trance.
The little girls, brave in new rib
bons, came down.
The boys and Mr.. Vincent came
down.
Mr.. Maye's latch key settled in
the door; the dinner bell rang.
'sNot comeY' asked sr. Maye, at
sight.of Em1nas 5 dissp seiatsd face.
"No," she poHted, '.and such a
nice dinnerr'
every stranger mused that
gentleman, leading the way into the
dining room. S'I hadn't the least
doubt-why, my dear fellow" seiz-
ing 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 declared you
hadn't GOMEZ
That young lady grew as white
as the table-cloth and grasped a
chair for support.
"That Mr.. Arthur Maxwell? L
l thought it was the cook.'
81 came earlier than L expected,
and in time to make myself useful
to Miss Emma" laughed Mr.. Max
well, divesting himself of his white
towel and bowling with grace to that
young lady.
How could she have fallen into
such and error? .e
81 was so terribly anxious-I
didn't look at you twice. Mr.. Max
well, 1 hope you will forgive me-"
stammered Emma, as red now as
she had been pale.
''There is nothing to forgive i'll
my dinner turns out well,'' he added |
laughing, evidently the sweetest |
tempered man in the world. II
learned to cook when | was a stu
dent in Paris-a Frenchman taught |
me. l have been rather proud of
my culinary skill, but am a little
out of practice now and am not
quite sure of the Florentine."
Emma" cried Mr.. Maye, sswhat
does all this mean?"
"Why, Tom, you promised to
send me up man cook"
Mr.. Maye clasped his hands
5raglcally.
Emma, forgot it,
"Weu, he came just at 10 o'clock.
thought he was the cook;.I ush-
cred him into the kitchen among the
pots and pans; | questioned him as
10 what he knew about cooking; /
Urged him to make all haste and
serve the dinner; and--and called
lim an Irishmanr' sobbed Emma
Historically.
mo offense, Misss Emma. Ny
grandfather, on my mothers side
Major Trelawny-was an Irish
maA," observed Mr. Maxwell, coolly.
'And since 1 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 uproariousiy.
''The best joke of the seasonl
Sit down, everybody! Emma, you
foolish girl, don't cry Arthur don't
care. And as for your Florentine
tell Nanny to bring it in.
The proof of the pudding is the eat
ing, you know"
"Mlss 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 altogether.
But Mr. Arthur was so delight
full, so winning and so witty, so
kind to his agitated young hostess,
and he'd cooked such an excellent
the pigeons to the
everything was perfect.
BY and-by Emma was herself
again.
"This has taught me lesson"
She said. 81 never will be so des-
perately situated again. will learn
to cook"
LET me teach you," said Arthur.
He did.-Argosy.