The Brookhaven leader. [volume] (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1883-1891, 1883-03-29
Mr.. Jones' Beersteak.


"Jeptha," said Mrs Jones one day
last week, 81 wish YOU would get a
porter house beef steak for break asst to-
morrow" .... .....s
MIR. ones jaw dropped and he sat
and stared at his wife without speak ng;
at last he inquired. '.ls the Governor
of the State going to breakfast with us,
Mariap' - 20
Why. no; suppose we want some-
thing to eat once in awhile if we don't
happen to have company" sal Mrs.
Jones. i- 49,. ... .... -..
but good heavens. Maria! have you
counted the costp am not a million
aire and we haven't had another fortune
left to US. How much porter no Sc
steak do on ppose it will take to 90
round in this famiyp
" "Abo 1t nine pounds. Ii it was round
steak. or chuck steak. two pounds won d
do, because we couldn't eat it, but every
bite of tenderloin will be eaten Yes, :"
said Mrs. j. smack .ng her lips, "every
bite.'i
Jones went down town like one in a
dream. He hated to refuse Maria and
he hated to spend so much money. How
ever. he decided that the thing m st be
done. SO he drew large sum from the
bank and went to his butcher.
Mine pounds OF porter house steak. {"
he said, feeling a good deal as a man
does when he dictates his last will and
testament. .'..
"Nery good, sir.' said the man OF
meats, rubbing his hands softly, AIRY,
cut "a choice porter-house from Lady
Venus. Thank you, .sir! h'anything
morep"
"Any;hing moren' Why, when that
steak was trimmed Jones could have
carried the whole lot home in his vest
pocket his mouth fairy watered when
he saw bits OF white fat, crumbs of bone
and large fragments of red meat lopped
oil, after.it was weighed, but he counted
oat the money, paid for it, and tried to
look happy.
The next morning came; they had all
seen tho steak the night before. and
Bridget had de Jared it would be "a
trate to brile it," and now they were all
seated around the table waiting for
Bridget to bring it in. ..,....- .
Now children" said Mr.. Jones.
sharpening the carving knife, "don't t
you ask for a second piece of that steak,
M nd now.
Willie muttered something about be-
ing thankful it he got q trst piece. and
Mrs. Jones was saying she wondered
why they didn't raise beef with more
porter -hous eEmeat. when Bridget opened
the door and intruded a ghastly face.
"Howly Moses" sa d she, where 8
the matew --E q 7. e-.t
Jones turned deathly pale, and ex-
claimed: e. am rui ed mani" Mrs.
Jones rushed into the kitchen followed
by the rest of the family. .,.,-.. ..,...
There was the clean white meat
board, the hot coa's aud the broiler, but
n meat; they were still staring at each
other when the milkman stepped in the
open door. ~ tf ~
'Is it your meat you re looking atter."
he asked pouring. out the regular quart,
"it's about out to Hamtramck now, for
l met big Hack dog tearing out of the
yard with beefsteak in his mouth.
The family fled mournfully back to
the dining room. r. There are tines
when silence is golden-this was one of
them. Detroit Post and Tribune.
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The composer Wagner died from
disease of the heart lie had on the
day of his death a severe attack. but
had resolved on making an excursion in
a gondola. He had another vio.ent
seizure in the afternoon. Adoctor was
summoned. and found his case hope
less. He died in his armchair. Cosima
Wagner. his wife. kneeling beside him.
and his children surro nding him.
The Boston & Providence Railroad
is app opriatlng to its swt h engines a
number of names which Dickens made
immortal. Among them are the ''Dick
Swiveller," "Sam Weller" "Mieaw-
ber." and "PanckG." The newest
switcher, just received from the loco
motive works, is called .'Jack Buns
by,"