The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1889-01-04
GREAT FAMILY QUARREL.
Mr.. and Mrs. BOwser DiSagrees
About the Art of Cooking.
Detroit Free Press.

er afternoon just III lime to meet
the cook going away with her
bundle, and he rushed into the
house 10 inquire.
Il suppose YOU have gone and
done il again"'
What ~
Abused and mallreated the
girl until her sense of justice has
compelled her TO leave"
81 hadn't anything to do vii
her leaving"
"Then who had? She looked
heart. broken as passed her just
now"
"Dld she? Poor thing! She 90.
Il letter this morning from her
aunt, telling her that she had been
lett $4,000 in cash, and advising her
TO come home and marry a man
who 0wus three farms. She must
feel very sorrowful -
"Humph. And YOU didn't put
too much work OH herr"
"No."
Nor make her feel her posilion?'
mo. Her position was in the
parlor about half the time"
"Well, 1t seems very queer TO
me that so many of our girls leave.
Everything will be upset now for
IA week, suppose"
"Oh, no! You can cook, you
know, and you are such Il sympa.
lhetic soul that you ought to be
willing TO go into The kitchen for a
day Or two. shall depend on you,
Mr. Bowser."
ooh, you will? Not satisfied
with driving dozen poor souls to
destruction, you want a rub at me
| wouldn't have your spirit for all
the money in the woridw
He went away with that, but he
was home an hour earlier than
usual, and when | inquired The
cause he said:
What. fOrs Why, the child and
| got to have something to eat,
haven't we, and who's TO cook il if
| don' take hold ~
II can cook"
'Mrs. BowSer. I've long felt it
my duty to give you Il few lessons
in the culinary art. | have hello
off, hoping your pride would force
you TO take hold, but the limit has
been reached. The time has come
when must sacrifice my business
to enter the kitchen and save my
child from The pangs of hunger
please DON'T"
"Bul | will Pm driven to it.
I've got wife who can't cook the
northwest end OF last years
turnip, who can't keep a cook over
a week at time. I've put up with
it too long-much too long, Mrs.
Bowser. | must sacrifice my Dig
mty to preserve my child"
"Shan't help You get supper ~
"Not help. You'd only be in
The way. Just sit down in the
rocker, put your feet on The lounge,
and think what means things You
are going to say to The next gIrl 10
drive her away. When supper is
ready l will call your royal high
ness"
lie disappeared with that.
When he reached the kitchen he
took off his cuffs and coat, pushed
up his sleeves and kindled a fire.
His confidence began TO desert him
at This point, and he seemed 10 be
deeply as he filled lhe
tea kettle even full and set it TO
boil. had some fresh beefsteak !
in The ice book, and he got it out,
alched his head IN thoughtful |
way, and laid it on The kitchen ta-
BILE. Then he went down the Gel |
lar after The hatchet, wiped the |
head of it on his right leg, and |
pounded away until good share |
Of the steak had gone into The |
board.
Mr.. Bowser's next move was to
hunt behind the pantry door for a
spider which he never used. He |
carried it to the kitchen towel, gave
il wipe and then placed it ON the
stove. He had heard that grease
was necessary, and he put in some |
butter, dropped in his steak and
soon had it sizzling, Then he start
ed in for the biscuit. He got down
Ihe dishpan. filed it almost full,
and then reflected for a moment. 1
look advantage OF the occasion to
open the door and remark:
"Mr. Bowser, you needn't figure
on an elaborate supper, under The
circumstances. just make us y
cup Of tea and we will get alOng.n
Mrs. Bowser, you ought to know
BY this time that there is no halt
way work with me-" he replied, 1
with great frigidity. "You can al
lord to neglect the comfort OF this
family, but | cannot. Please re-
Turn TO your novel"
Then he went ahead just as any
Diher husband woull
lie had heard about soda and
shortening iu biscuit. and be mix
ed The -four with cold wafer, put in
pepper and salt, slashed of half a
pound OF butter and stirred IL in,
and then remembered the baking
powder. There was nearly a quar-
Ter Of a pound IN the box, and the
whole Of it went ln.
How Mr.. BOwser managed 10 get