The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1889-11-02
COOK AND COUNTESS.

OOOh h1ND OOO N DOOs
Patty Cowslip, the only daughter of
the Rev. Peter Cowslip, vicar of Mud
ellsworth Marsh, was a pretty
girl. She was 30 pretty that she might
have actually, aspired, though she had
not penny in the world, to marrying a
fashionable curate. But though Patty
was penniless she was ambitious, and
she had not the slightest idea of marry
ing the most fashionable of curates.
1t is not necessary to describe what
Patty was like. Rather above than
below the ordinary height" as novelists
say, rich chestnut hair with CLINT of
gold in it, an excellent figure, small ears,
brown eyes with dark eyebrows and
lashes, pearly teeth'set in the rosy frame
of pair of lips arched like Cupid's bow,
round and dimpled chin, swanlike
neck-bahi we have all once in our lives
met somebody as charming as Miss Patty
Cowslip; but as rule the experience
has not been repeated. We must not
forget, though, that Miss Patty's arms
and hands were her strong point queen
might have envied them, for they were
absolutely perfect.
Miss Patty Cowslip had had decent
education; but beyond the annual sub
sidy of ten pounds sterling year which
the parish paid her for playing the organ
she had not a penny in the world.
The Rev. Peter Cowslip was as poor rs
a rat With considerable difficulty he
managed to pay his tradesmen at the
years end; but the Rev. Peter dined
every day much better than many mill
ionaires. And why? Was il on account
of the poor clergyman's wicked extrava-
gance2 Not bit of it; the fact is that
Patty was splendid cook Ia born
genius for the noblest of the arts.
Many modern young ladies, having
purchased terra Gotta jar and rendered
it hideous with daubs of paint, compel
their friends to fall down and worship it,
and call it art; other girls torment us
with the piano, violin, banjo, harp, sack
but, psaltery, dulcimer and all kinds of
music; other girls sing. All these peo.
pie work their wicked wills upon us with
impunity. We grin; we say, "Oh, thank
you so much" because we are obliged tc
do that; and our politeness is treated Ms
an encore, and then our sufferings re-
commence.
Pretty Patty Cowslip did none of these
dreadful things; but she could cook like
Ude, Francatelli and Soyer rolled into
one. And Pretty Patty went up to town
entered the School of Cookery, and came
out as the senior wrangler of the year
1t was Patty first, the rest nowhere
Monsieur Caramel, the professor of orna
mental pastry, proposed to her at once
but Patty refused him, for, as we hav,
said, she was ambitious. And then Mis-
Cowslip issued neat little advertise
ment, took modest lodgings in a modes
West End street, and began to teach OF
her own account.
Lord Fleshpotts was widowed noble
man. He had three unmarried daugh
ters-the Ladies Gwendoline, Ermyn
trude and Ermyngarde Casserole. Hi
lordship was great sufferer from indi
gestion, and he was dying of bad din
ners. No cook ever staid more than
month in his house; each of his daugh
ters ruled the roast for a week, and gen
orally the particular young lady VIII
happened to be responsible for the Dime
on any given evening left the room i
tears before the dessert was put upon til
table. If Lord Fleshpotts would onl
have dined at his club all might hav
been well; but he persisted in dining q
= home, and the lives of his three daugl
ters were slow martyrdoms.
1t chanced one day that they sa'
Miss Cowslip's advertisement in I'll
St. James Gazette. Lady Gwendolir
pointed it out to her sisters. They o
dered the carriage early the next morl
ing, and they were ushered into Mi
Patty's neat little sitting room in Par
street. 1--WE don't want to take lesson
Miss Cowslip," said Lady Gwendolin
s "We're too stupid" said Lady Ermyl
! ! garde. "And it would be no use," sa
, Lady Ermyntrude. "But, ohl Miss Coy
y slip, couldn't you come every morniT
and give us few hints, for pa is was
ing visiblyf' cried the eldest girl.
sits novelty that poor papa requires
: sobbed the second daughter; "refreshii
novelty and perpetual change. Tho
are his very WpiuSJ MISS OOWbllpi y
cruel, heartless words"
X "Has Lord Fleshpotts ever tasted apr
dumplings?" asked Patty Cowslip, 81
IS eInnly.
"Ifs a dish l never heard of" e
claimed Lady Gwendoline.
s. "They were favorite dish with +
Majesty King George the Third" !
marked Patty, the historian.
"And we've never even heard
themr sighed Lady Ermyntrude.
So it was arranged that Patty was
come the next day and teach them ho
to make apple dumplings, for which 81
was TO receive fee of one guinea; an
as personal favor, she wrote them
~ charming little menu, in which amol
the sweet dishes appeared the ipei
mo- "Apple dumplings a la George Trois."
lie. AT 2 o'clock the next day Miss Cows
tul was shown into their ladyships' boudo
:" A clean white cloth, by Patty's directic
pc was laid upon the round table In the cs
ne ter Of the room; flour, water, dish