Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1891-11-26
A LIVELY DINNER.
Young Honsekeeper'- Trials in serv-
Ing Japanese FOWL.

/ OF the luXurieS OF the little world We
were then living in. we thought the mat
ter well over and came to the conclusion
that as we We're not yet poor enough TO
run over TO London to econOmiZe. we
would do the next best thing and take a
small bungalow in Yokonaina and by
rowing INTO it at once be settled in time
Tor our Thanksgiving dinner.
So it was that five days later found
me. girl who had done nothing bgt
laugh and dance germans. seftliag q
bungalow and talking Japanese. which
no one could understand. fast and fur
ously.
After getting settled and securing a
good cook aud alnah. | turned my
thoughts to our Thanksgiving dinner
The first thing tackled were the mince
pies ! wanted them 10 be good and
well seasoned. if all else failed. which
indeed, they we're / think they we've
tested by nearly every officer in our feel
each one suggesting IA bit more brandy
or just little more cider, until we
had those pies so that one slice was "a
dose--two, sure death.
All went well until the thought occur-
red to me that a Thanksgiving dinnsr
without a turkey would be almost ~
bad a. that old saying Of IAN apple pie
without cheese is like kiss without n
squeeze. b. that rs it may. it did not
help my turkey any.
called IN Arakara Maukitchi, my
cook. and consulted with him Neither
of Us understanding the other. decided
to 90 myself TO market and see what
could do.
There disappointment met me on all
sides. aud not turk could muster I'M.
der five dollars. | came home and was
making up my mind that turkeys mnst
go. when rapping at my chamber door
and voice saying, Miss Cute, All Sam
come makey talky." brought me down
to the level of everyday existence.
opened the door and there was my
old Chinese servant. who had been my
devoted slave for three years, whom J
had taught to read and write in my
spare moments.
There he stood at my door, his pigtail
down to his heels, eyes glistening like
two jet beads and his blue robes hang
ing in graceful folds. and held tenderly
to his heart large, splendid turkey.
which he put on the floor, saying, with
smile that was childlike and bland"
"A little pleasant All Sam makey Miss
Cute; catchy market side can do. NUN.
Der one turkey. Thanksgiving chow
chow" (dinner)
My cares vanished from that moment:
but. alasl shortly to be renewed, and my
plans for our little dinner were com
plete. 1t was one week before Thanks
giving, and the ''dinner." who was fast
becoming household pet, had but two
more days to live. All was going
smoothly. Six congenial spirits We're to
dine with me and for the first time test
my capabilities as Il housekeeper.
The day of execution arrived. but be.
ing obliged to be off all day on riding
party, gave Cook Sam" the necessary
orders, telling him to be sure to keep
the wings Qor fans), and after a sad.
parting caress, started, getting home
very late that night.
AnCu anu hallI anu q Oib tllur 4 pre-
pared for hot bath. and was about to
go in my dressing room when-the din
ner, in all his tail feathers. appeared.
not as a phantom. but his own dear self.
and the same you-be-darned expression
for waking me up
To my questions the following morn
ing all could draw from my cook was
Please, Akasana, cook too muchy like
turk. No can make kill Tomorrow
more better can do" SO, with promises
for the morrow. gave him my menu.
which was to be oysters from Hakodati.
bouillon, tigh (the blueish of Japan,
patti, turkey. boiled, with oyster sauce;
stupe, salsde and mince pie. coffee, creme
de Menthe, etc. took great pride in
arranging it, and felt very much pleased
with myself when ON Thanksgiving my
guests arrived.
A little fire in the drawing room sent
out warm welcome, and the little din
ing table looked bright and coy, with
its glitter Of glass and silver procured
from my friend Matsada, second hand.
My center piece WAS large, beautiful |
pumpkin. scooped out and filed with !
branches Of holly, the little red berries !
peeping from between the green leaves.
A jollier party never sat down, 5000 |
miles away from home. to Thanksgiv-
ing dinner.
All went well. everything tasted deli. |
cious. bon mots and compliments came
thick and fast; my star was in the as
The bouillon came and went,
ditto the fish, ditto the pate. Then a
wait; wait that rent my heartstrings
We waited. and still we waited. tried
to talk, but words would not come.
tried to giggle, which never failed, but
even that was but sickly smile.
Suddenly ANAL came in tears, and
bending to me, whispered into my star
board ear: Very. very sorry, Akasana
no have got turk; too muchy like. Cook
Sam no have fat.
Could anything be more CHASTITY? 1t
was amid the shouts and jeers of all
10 I Il klok ~