The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1888-05-11

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she appeared with solemnity and dig
,ity. Mrs. De Planners was heavy
owed, middle-aged woman, Of q
norid complexion and Statue OF Lib
erty waist.
This is Miss Cornell, I presumed"
she remarked.
Yes" replied; "and you, ! sup
pose, are the cook?"
"My name is De Hammers, ma'am
Mrs. De Hammers. / am wildly"
was the impressive reply.
what is your given namep' / in
CURED, carelessly, to all appearance
untouched by the intended reproof.
The woman's face was afame.
my name is Margaret, she said;
but if may make SO bold, / should
like to inquire what concern it is of
anybody's, ma amp"
II am in the habit of calling my
servants by their first Names" I an
swered, coolly. Have you your list
made out, Margaret"
"Me list?-me list? What do We
mean by me list? Sure and if it is the
things made for the day, Henry went
for them immajately after breakfast. "
"And what is for dinner, Mar
garrett"
"Bless me soul, an the heart of me
mistress dear, who has gone away off
to Californy, ara who would nivcr
have asked me such a question if we
had lived together for twenty years."
And now the cook tones were exceed
ingly lachrymose. ut was always:
just whatye phase, dear Mrs. De Flam-
mers; you do cook so beautiful that
there's niver any thing left to ask
| for.' Z"
"You haven't answered my ques-
ton, Margaret, persisted. What
are we going to have for dinnerP"
It'll be the coorses that we gener-
ally have ON Thursday, with new
entry of pigeons'-er-hearts, which ]
thought as how might be pleasing to
the sick lady," was the reply, in a
somewhat Modified tone.
"And that reminds me-" l re-
marked, with an Indifference which ]
was far from feeling, "that / shall be
down in about half an hour to make
some soup for Mrs. Taylor"
1.-THE kitchen is me own vine and
| fig-tree ma am, and none of me mis-
tresses is ever allowed to sile their fin
gers there" Mrs. De Hammers re-
piled. 1.-The kitchen is no place for a
lady. Surely ye ought to underst stand
| that"
"There is nothing more to say al
present." I remarked, and with q
wave of my hand toward the door by
which this behemoth of flesh and inn
pertinence had entered, I left the Ii.
brary.
I think can say that the experience
of the next sixty minutes was the
browning experience of my life. Ihad
seen some dirt, and heard of more, but
this kitchen was a den of iniquity.
How any decently served and favored
food could come from this filthy hole
was a mystery. The most expensive
china and the incest of porcelain pots
and cooking utensils covered the ia.
bles, the sink and the range al
scorched and gummed with the differ.
emit accumulations of ages. The cook s
assistant sat in the front basement
the servants sitting accommodating g
novel. A couple of dozen squads,
nicely picked, lay upon one end of q
side table, and Mrs. De Planners was
beating some eggs at the other end.
There was not a single vessel in this
bountifully- provided kitchen that was
in readiness for my use. The presid
ing deity appeared not to be aware Of
my existence Mary came at my bid.
ding, and after tedious scraping and
securing. a saucepan was made passa.
bly, clean; just as l had got my sour
we'll under way wagon-load of new
pots and kettles arrived.
you see, MISS" Mary explained
as they were brought in and deposited
anywhere where room could be made
for them, 1--WE was>just going to throw
these things away; they was SO old
you see."
"Who ordered these articles?'
asked of the boy.
"Mr. Guernsey's Henry, ma'am, '
was this reply.
l felt that moment like the COMPOUND
concentrated essence of dynamite.
could have blown up most any thing
"Well," l said, "you will pleas,
take these things back to the store, ant
say that nothing is to be delivered q
this house unless ordered by Miss C or
nell, who is manager, mistress ant
house-keeperin the bsence of Mr.. AM
Mrs. Guernsey"
"Them things is going to stay, ;
said the WILDLY" with her arm
akimbo, her face blazing. II won
cook in nasty old pots for no
body. I've been used to ladies, borl
tbitN OiOu, dlu iiob w 1OI Ills
tresses. You'll leave them pots, Bot
by, just where they be-
But Bobby" had caught the fire Q
my eye, and knew better. Assisted b
Mary, he made off, the tin and the iro
beating out march that was yer
grateful to my boiling blood.
1t took some strength of nerve t
oversee the cleaning of all these YES
sells, but Mary obeyed my orders wit
intelligence and good-nature, and til
result was gratifying.
"She'll give warning, or leave with
out warning" said my aunt that morn
ing. lit would have been better t
have bought the gas stove, becaus
you know that this can only be
spasmodic reform. When Flora get
back she won't thank you for it.
True as preaching. But / though
of dear old Toms pocket-book, and de
termined to persevere.
On the sixth day Of tho nau rar;n,