Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1888-08-31

developing strong hysterical symp-
toms. IF your cousin Brown intends
TO insult us"
But he doesn't mean TO insult us. -"
pleaded Nelly. He intended the of
fer in all good faith, and accepted it
in the same spirit"
You surely do not mean TO degrade
Yourself, cried Lucetta, "by turning
cook-for any man living.
Il don't see, " argued Nelly, that it
is any more degrading TO cook for
cousin John than it would be to EN-
broider slippers for him, or read the
newspaper aloud to him of an even
ing"
Eleanor never had any proper
pride" said Mrs. Torrance, wringing
her hands.
Never echoed Lucetta.
And" added Nelly, my cousin
would have every right TO believe me
an impostor if | had told him | want
ed work. and had then refused the
first offer he made. 1t will be useless
for you to demonstrate, Lucetta, and
| hope mamma will not place any OBJ
stacles in my way. For l am quite de
termined TO go TO Grandover Park this
| afternoon"
And she adhered firmly to her reso-
luton.
1t was six exactly when Mr.. Brown
let himself into his house with the
| latch-key, which always depended
from his watch chain. The gas jet
burned softly behind the rose-colored
shade in the hall, the fire clicked cheer
fully in the CRATE of the eparlor beyond
n most inviting apartment
"Humphr' he muttered, 'she hasn't
come. Thought so, There's no such
thing as a practical woman nova
days.
At the same moment a light, white
aproned little figure came ont of the
dining-room beyond, and Nellie Tor
RANGES voice uttered these words:
Dinner is ready, cousin John.
The old man smiled. He had a
pleasant expression Of the face when
he smiled, and Nelly wondered that
she had not before noticed what
handsome man he was.
'Oh, said he, you did come, then. -
"Oh. / always keep my engage
ments," said Nelly. "Punctuality is
| the soul of business, isn't it, cousin
John? At least that what's | used to
write in my copy books at school.
Mr. Brown patted her hand as she
| helped him off with his overcoat
You are good girl, said he
And in his secret mind he decided to
put up with any deficiencies in the
cooking of girl who had such excel
lent business principles.
But, to hisinfnite amazement, there
were no Deficiencies to overlook, The
soup was on the table, clear as water,
| favored like dream Of Soyers own.
The first course was baked trout,
swimming in wine sauce, the second
a pigeon on toast. A small and com
pact roast of beef ribs was flanked by
dainty giblet-pie, and the dessert
was fruit, peach tarts, and Bavarian
cream.
Mr.. Brown ate, and relished, and
wondered by turns.
MY dear, said he at last, when the
cloth was removed and the wine and
walnuts brought on, 'all is very nice.
I'll concede that you are tip-top
housekeeper But, of course, you or
dered all this from Moverato's restau-
rant?'
But, Of course, didn't cousin
Brown" said Nelly, decidedly |
cooked it all myself"
What, that soup?'
Yes. that soup"
Did you prepare that trout sauce,
and broil that pigeonf'
Eyes, cousin Brown"
"And the giblet-pie? Was that
yours"
Yes, and the giblet-pie! Don't look
so astonished, cousin Brown she
added, laughing. Il may as well con
fess that | took a course of cooking
lessons last summer. And ] like it of
all things, especially in a household
like this, where one can command the
very best material"
Mr.. Brown closed his eyes and made
a mental calculation. His life had
been worried out of him" to use a
mediocre expression, by capricious
housekeepers, inefficient cooks, and
unframed servants. At last, was
gateway out of all his tribulations!
MY dear" he said, Il should like
to have You come here and live.
las cook. cousin Brown
"No-as my adopted daughter and
housekeeper / need some one to take
the helm of affairs BY Jupiter,' he
added az he recollected the flavor OF
the giblet pie. Il haven't eaten such
a dinner in ten years.
But my mother" hesitated Flea
nor. ''and my sister LucettaT'
Let them come. too" said Mr..
/ Brown. BLESS your heart, my dear,
there's plenty of room in the house.
/ Can they cook, toof'
No. cousin Brown" confessed Mel
ly.
"Well, perhaps it's just as well, "
said Mr.. Brown. There can't be
more than one head to a household.
l hope you have preserved the recipe
of that giblet-pie. 1t was really some
thing extraordinary"