The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1886-03-05

cent, the tutor, who was always at her
service for this exercise.
There was delightfully."- savory odor
pervading the house, when she came down
and set out the wine and ice, and made a
few additions to the table.
She looked at her watch-3.0j p. NJ.
Then she went softly to the end of the hall,
and listened to the lively cIatter in the
kitchen. She could hear Mac chatting
pleasantly with the little house maid,
Nancy, and all seemed to be well in that
direction.
AT $40 she repaired to the drawing
room and took seat overlooking the
street.
Carriages came and carriages went, but
none stopped at the entrance.
The little girls, brave in new ribbons,
came down.
The boys and Mr.. Vincent came down.
Mr.. Maye's latch key ratified in the door,
the dinncr-bell rang s.Not come ," asked
Mr.. Maye. at the sight of Emmas disap-
pointed face
mo, she pouted; "and such a nice din.
ner,''
VERY strange" unused that gentleman,
leading the way into the dining room. Il
hadn't the least doubt-Why, my dear
fellow" seizing by the shoulders the new
cook, Who acting also as a butler had
just placed the soup-tureen upon the table
-''my dear, dear fellow, why, how is this?
Emma declared you hadn't comet
That young lady grew as white as the
table-cloth, and grasped chair for sup
port.
"That Arthur Maxwell? IL thought
it was the cook
Il came earlier than l expected, and
in time to make myself useful to Miss
Emma laughed Mr.. Maxwell, diyesting
himself of his white towel and bowing it'll
grace TO that young lady.
How could she have fallen into such an
error?
81 was 50 terribly anXious-i didn't look
at you twice Mr.. Maxwell | hope you
will forgive met stammered Emma. as
red now as she had been pale.
''Therc is nothing to forgive if my din
ner turns ont well, ne added, laughing,
evidently the sweetcst-tempcred man IN the
world. II learned to cook when | was a
student in Paris--a Frenchman taught me.
| have been rather proud of my culinary
SKILL but am a little out of practice now
am not quite sure of the Florcntine. :
''Emma" cried Mr.. Mayc, what does
all this mean ?''
why, John, you promised to send me
up man cook.
Mr.. Maye clasped his hands trageally.
Emma, forgot it. y
"Well, he came Just at 10 o'clock.
thought he was the cook: ushered him
into the kitchen, among the pots and pans.
questioned him as to what he knew about
cooking. | urged him to make all haste
and serve the dinner; and-and | called
him an Irishman!" sobbed Emma hyster-
ically
''No offensc, Miss Emma My grand
father, ON my mothers sde-Maior Tire
lawny-was an Irishman, observed Mr.,
Maxwell, coolly ''and since | have done
my best won't you try my soup before it
is cold -
The others stared and Emma cried. but
Mr. Maye aughed-laughed uproariously
1.-THE best joke of the season. Sit down,
everybody. Emma, you foolish girl, don't
cry. Arthur doesn't care. And as for
your Florentinc-Arthur, tell Nancy to
bring it in The proof of the pudding is
in the eating, you know
Miss 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
praismg. and urged Emma to taste and
praise, until she laughed and cried all to-
gether.
But Mr.. Arthur was so delightful, so
winning and so witty, so kind to his agitated
young hostess, and he'd cooked such an
excellent dinncr-from the pigeons to the
pudding, everything was perfect.
By-and-by Emma was herself again.
''This has taught me a lesson, > She said.
Il never will be so desperately situated
again. will learn to cook.
LET me teach you, said Arthur.
He did