The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1884-08-20
INTERESTING STORY.
THE ROYAL RESTAURANT.

themselves all along the narrow strip of sky
that came within my vision, when little
! Abel the errand boy thrust his paper-cap-
ped head around the corner of the doorway.
No." said I, starting up, "she hasn't
What is it, Abelp l sent in the pies half an
hour ago." A EfEle s
faint the pies, miss, )" said Abel. cts
gentleman"
" He doesn't want to be baked 1 pre-
sumo, remarked l.
No, miss" said Abel, who mover could
be made to understand the nature of joke
He wants half dozen Boston cream
cakes, and half dozen of them pink Char
lottes. For invalid, miss, he says"
" don't think have so many left" said
l, critically surveying my little corps de re-
seFoe of sweets and CONNECTIONS. " But"
Pray excuse me for intruding," spoke
deep, and not unpleasant voice at this mo-
ment as gentleman in O seal-slin cap and
long silky beard came around the entry
wall. q But your cream cilres are SO deli
cate that should like to take few to an
invalid lady. Win you be SO good as TO
select some for me, as well as some of those
beautiful colored Charlotte Russes ~
colored. Pastry cooks assistant though
! was at the Royal Restaurant, 1 yet laid
some secret claim to the title of lady, and it
wasn't quite pleasant to be caught with my
hair tied back in Madras pocket handlser-
chief, and my figure entirely swallowed up
in big-apron. But with all the dignity /
could command, l chose GU. the cakes and
Russes, packed them in q small paste-board
box, and expressed gracious hope that the
lady would be pleased.
She can't help it," said my customer.
81 never tasted such delicate and appetiz-
ing morsels in my life. Did you make them
yourself3'
nodded. learned in Boston," said I,
"of Il school-mate whose great grandmother
was one of the Pilgrim Mothers. You will
settle with the cashier outside, please as
he was doubtfully taking out his purse
lie bowed and vanished-and l turned
back to my little room where the light and
glory Of the sunset seemed 20 have all faded
ont.
g Bianca," l called TO tho head pastry
cook down stairs, g is there anything else
to. night ~
" Nothing, sgnorina," Blanca answered,
from the depths of her coy little brick
paved kitchen. So put ON my bonnet and
went home.
Home. Yes, had home thank Heaven,
an it was for the possession of that home
that went daily to the little room in the
Royal Restaurant, and made tarts, puffs,
eetafrs, and dainty eonfections to suit the
public taste, deluding my poor Aunt Celes-
tia, the while, with the fiction TINT l was
taking lessons in Mrs. Stanmond Siegyoll5s
Art Studio. For Aunt Celestia was one of
those majestic old ladies who sit in high
backed chairs with black mittened hands
and white puffs OF hair under old lace lap
pets, and talk of the days of President Fill
more and the departed beauty of Myra
Clark Gaines and Mme Bodiseo, and it
would have broken her venerable heart if
she had dreamed that /, her niece, Lilias
Bellairs, had condescended 80 low as to take
money for work performed.
Dut WLdt were We 10 GO lteDt must be
paid, butcher, baker and gasman-the mod
ern substitute for eandle-stick maker-must
be settled with. The very floor couldn't be
scrubbed, unless we had money to pay the
cleaning woman. My sister Milly, who
took in fine embroidery on the sly, found
that source of emolument entirely INSULT.
cient 10 aid Aunt Celestia's small income,
and so, one day, knowing myself to be
superb amateur cook, went desperately ia
the Royal Restaurant, proffered my services
served trial week, aud was engaged at a
salary of twelve dollars week.
And to me 1t seemed almost equal to the
income Of q Rothschild.
Milly and invented the tale about STAN
mond Siegvolk, and the Art Course, to
pacify my aunt but she was not altogether
satisfied s.-5 ',t
Art is grand thing" said she. looking
down at the age -dimned sparkle of the rings
upon her withered fingers. But no lady
SHOULD ever condescend 10 be tied down to
hours a. if she were common apprentice"
One mnst have system, Aunt Celestial"
said l, coloring in spite OF myself.
Have it your own way, Lilias," said
Aunt Celestia, with calm disapproyal. All
can say is that the young ladies of the
present day comport themselves far differ
emily from what they did when 1 was a
girl" 8
But the dear old lady said no more. hIilly
and felt like pair of arch-conspirators,
to be sure, but then there seemed to be no
help for 1t. And the twelve dollars week
was such welcome addition to our slender
resources.
Upon this particular evening as / came
home, the dark little parlor seemed even
DINNER and dingier than ever, with Aunt
Celestia sitting by the fire, and Milly coiled
up beside her. For Milly had been but
poorly Of late, and VIC were beginning to
feel anxious about her fading roses and hol-
low cheeks, and that little persistent cough
which troubled her so, at night.
"We have had company to-day, Lilias,"
said Aunt Celestia, with dignity. "Your
cousin Major Harrington from the South.
most dignified and gentlemanly person
age. regretted most deeply that you were
not at home. But he is to call again this
evening. And desire that you will remain
at h. Tomorrow, to entertain him prop.
erly,f 49, m
"Oh, aunt can'ti" cried I, remember
ing, with dismay that was to make the
pies and tarts, creams and colored ices for
very especial dinner party to be given at
the Royal Restaurant, the next day, by Mrs.
Commodore Justison, to select party of
iadies, In payment for an electioneering
wager.
!" But you must" said Aunt Celesiia.
calmly. Remember, Lilias that it is my
desire. Unnecessary will go and see this
Mr.. Siegvolk, this art-despot, myself"
Mil'y and glanced at one another in dis
may. But just at this moment there was a
knock at the door, and Aunt Celestia rose
smiling to her feet.