The Opelousas courier., 1888-01-14

me to do. This pan2 Those are my
| potatoes. To save time I boiled them
| with their skins on. Don't they look
nice? Oh, yes; and here's q dish Of
rice. The girl told me to cook it quick
and hard, but I'm afraid I've got it too
starchy. However, I guess we can eat
it. Now, dear, you sit down and read
your paper, and Kitty and I will put on
dinner, won't we, pet?' and with this
Mrs. Single stopped to stroke her cat.
When the dinner came on Mr.. Single
buried his face in his napkin and said
nothing. lie even projected a four
horse power smile across the table, and
congratulated Mrs. Single on her mar
velous success. Then he cut off the
birds claws, sess4ga the feathered head
and neck from the body, carved the I'M
dulating bosom Of the fowl, and applied
some of the Stating from the adjacent
vegetable dish. Then he gravely put
some of the broiled and dried-up cram
berries on o side dish, and with '.jack-
eted" potato as a garnishment passed to
Mrs. Single her portion. While Mrs.
S. was cutting up her cats dinner she
went chattering IN:
Il think it is so nice, dear, to be able
to cat ones own dinner, cooked by ones
self. 1t is such a comfort to know that
you are independent of these wretched
girls. Don't you think SO? Why, what's
the matter2"
Mr.. Single had by this time shaved
off a slice Of turkey bosom, and was
c~ndeavorlng to make away with it. It
was very dry, and his face seemed to
reveal something. Dear he said, did
anybody evcr tell you that the place for
a turkey stufing was inside the turkey,
not on a vegetable dish"
why, no9 The girl simply said pre-
pare your stuffing so and so-who said
it was to go inside2'
"Nobody; my mother used to do it
that way" said Mr.. Single meekly,
'sthat's ALL"
Here Mrs. Single began to bristle up,
and she remarked, "Well I wish your
mother had been then to cook this tur-
key"
Poor, dear soul, so do l." replied Mr..
Single flially.
Mrs. S. looked at her liege, but hardly
knew how to take the remark.
Nov, DEAR" pursued the gentleman,
"how do you like fussing ard cooking,
anyhow
By this time Mrs. Single had begun
her own dinner. She nibbled at her bit
of turkey, she tasted the dressing, she
toyed wish the broiled cranberries and
buttered up her potato. Then she said
after a moment, rather softly, "Uxor."
what, dear?'
"Dc you know somehow this doesn't
seem to taste right. / wonder if | could
have made a mistake" |;
"ohano. Everything is lst right, I
dare saas But don't you think that it is
a good Veal of trouble to gethp q meal
like this2 l can see your fac is flushed
and you look wearied and eTorn; and
after all you see it isn't a success. And
50 | think once More that perhaps you
had better give up the cares OF house
keeping. wouldn't for the world have
you go through suchIn ordeal again.
Next Thanksgiving We'lha our Thank
giving somewhere else--perhaps at the
Palmer Ho1ae--but neve again, dear,
shall I p4fmit you to enslave yourself
VSover a kitchen range on such family
holiday And as Mrs. s. put her sob
Ibing face on her husbands shoulder Mr..
Us. lifted his eyes to the ceiling and
Whispered under his breath in his slangy
WV, "You can just bet your sweet life
yo5don't make such a fool of yourself
agaIn."-IChicago Herald.