The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1886-11-02

come SO AGAIN; coffee, SCOT and grease
predominating everywhere; the frying
pan in the middle of the floor filled
with cinders, the result of an unsucess-'
full attempt to Saratoga" potatoes;
dirt swept in little heaps in the corners
and the broom bearing evidence of
having been used to poke the fire; a
mountain of soiled clothing atop the
cupboard; the sink filled with egg.
shells and tea and coffee-grounds; to-
bacco, tea, salt and sugar in unpleasant
and dangerous proximity upon the
shelf: and last of all, her husbands
greeting: What the deuce brought
yOu homer"
Naturally Mistress Sadie dissolved
| in tears-what woman would not?-
which speedily brought Geordie to re-
pentance. He assured her he was really
| glad to see her back; he promised any
| mum Der of char-women and laundresses,
new table-linen and new crockery, if
she would only leave off weeping,
which was manifestly upsetting to his
nerves and made him feel the brute he
was, and finally the shower passed
over under the pledge of new silk
and new HYMN and psalm book, articles
| that she had long coverted.
Mindful of the fruits of victory, she
Immediately began tour of inspection
| and enumeration of damages, while
her husband stood meekly by, pocket
book in hand. and noted her demands.
| Meantime strange odor pervaded the
! kitchen and saluted her nOstrilS. Va
rious inquiries failed to reveal any
cause therefor. Geordie thought it
might be a new brand of tobacco he
was smoking, for Donald, down at the
shop, had gotten out of twist and sent
up paper of Cavendish instead. Sud-
denly she threw open the cupboard
door, when stood revealed the forgot
ten dishes of half-cooked, but now de-
caying. mouldy, and fermenting rice!
George McTavishi what the world
does this mean?" exclaimed his spouse
between wonderment and anger, &C
companied by warning sniff.
"Hum-I- ali - oh - the dickens!
| Hang il all, Sadie, / was making some
rice-soup the other day, and the grocer
made a mistake and put up a new
kind of rice-the South American /
think they call it-and it"
"Why, George! thought you knew
better than that! You put too much in
the pot-that was the trouble"
''No, did not! 1t was a new kind
South American, Brazilian, or some
thing of that sort
Nonsense, George McTavish! Dom
tell mel You just used too much;
that's all. You can't deceive me with
your humbug. You know and | know
that you used too much rice! Why,
you did not even have the sense to
wash it, and the dirt sticks out all
overt
"ConfoUnd it, Sadiel Do you think
| don't know how to make rice-soup?"
That / dol and, what is more, /
know you don't''
But | tell you it vas a new kind
and
"Fudgei Tell me nothing. Have
not got eyes? You got too much:
you say any more, I'll tell the story
where it viii do the most good. Your
old cronies would be only too glad to
get hold of the story to pay YOU off for
old scores, after all the Boosting YOU
have done. You cook-a man that
can toast poor little trout on bit of
bark, or roasts potato in the ashes,
and calls that cookingr' and her nose
assumed an angle of fOrty-five, calcu-
lated to express alike contempt and
| disdain.
This was too much. Geordie came
over to my quarters for consolation,
acknowledging himself beaten at every
turn. The joke was a good one, but it
must be reserved for his own telling.
And so | was sworn to secrecy, while
he declared he would vet convince
Mistress 5. that she was in the wrong
and he did!
| A month or so later Mistress Sadie
informed her lord that if he would
provide the rice, she would undertake
a soup that would prove satisfactory,
adding, with a spice of Mother Eve,
"And I'll show you how TO make il,
George, so that you won't get caught
in a nasty scrape. like that last again.
''All right, Sadie! Live and learn,
you know; and really that did appear
TO be bad fiuke of mine" And off he
went to the grocer, where a pound of
| Tlce Wds Sot anu uepoSlIeu III the cdpd-
cioUs recesses of his coat; then another
ordered. of like dimensions, and placed
in the opposite pocket. Back he came,
and marching into the kitchen one
package was delivered into his wife's
hands, with: Now show me how you
do it, Sadie"
She tore open one corner of the
package, after the manner of her sex.
shook little into tea-cup, washed it,
drained, and emptied into the pot.
''POoh!' said her spouse: Il don't
see any thing strange about that. You
wash the rice, which don't matter in
the least anyway, and use quite bit
more than / did And as she turned
to place the package in the cupboard,
he whipped out its fellow, that was
| already opened, and poured the entire