Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1892-07-27

other peoples work; but 1 expect Won
know all about it, and can tell me from
start to finish"
swell, didn't camp out for a m ,ntb
for nothing. 1 should turn that everv
minute for eight minutes-auite
enough for the specimen" noting
Chris's sceptical look.
"And if solemnity is a factor. youU
dol said Gus, the irrepressible.
Next came the last speakers al roll"
but where was the utensi? Nothing
IN the shape OF a broiler was forth.
coming, whereupon the toasting FORK
was declared to be the only thing by
Jimmy, but Gus stuck out for some
other medium. as "no fellow could
work without tools"
"But only bad workmen quarrel
with their tools; stick to your colors,"
urged Teddy. "The fork has four
prongs, and, if you are careful yon
will produce n dish very little inferior
to grill, but were you Count Rum
ford, Soyer, and Francatelli in one, it
would not be quite the same: it
couldn't; it's chemical law, and
there's no getting away from it. But
any things better than fried meat.
BAIL It's poison to meas a rule, of
conrse, ] mean"
"Why didn't you say SO before?"
came-not in the pleasantest voice
from Chris, who was holding aloft his
chop, while he rated Gus for poking
/ the fire without giving him warning to
! move bis pan.
"a Thousand pardons, but it isn't
spoiled, or it couldn't look like that;
it's rs brown rs q berry, and smells de-
licious."
Then down to the glowing embers
went low stool, and on the stool
| plate, followed by Gus in a capscious
| armchair, SO near to the fire that he
/ seemed in danger of broiliug himself.
Gas L was saying" resumed Teddy,
''there are degrees of excellence in the
products of the frying pan, and yours
is ample proof that they need not be
| greasy, sOdden, and notoriously indi-
| gestiblel But there's nothing like ac-
/ quainting yourself with as many meth
| ods rs you can; you never know what
You will want, and there may come
| time in our lives when a snack from
| frying-pan would be worth its weight
| In gold. But gravy or no gravy is at
present the question. surely some
| benefit is derivable. or ought to be,
from the use of this jellied gravy"
"Oh dearl" cried Chris, 'I have not
warmed my dish: it ought to be
warm"
"Warml 1t ought to be piping hot
burn your fingers, in fact. Bad luck
to you! you've taken fifty per cent. off
the value of your chop; but keep it hot,
do. Pop it on the hob, there. Now
for steady hand, don't give the drip
ping pot the benefit of any of those
little specks of brown at the bottom of
| your pan; they are the essence OF your
meat, you know
And not spot did Chris lose, as he
poured off the fat with the greatest
care.
Then into the pan went generous
| spoonful of the afore mentioned gravy,
| and back over the fire went the pan,
Chris scraping ali the time with an old
iron spoon, and in adding the water he
was cautioned not to use too much Of
"hat precious liquid, and to mind the
whole boiled up before he poured it
round his chop" But the latter eau
ton was not needed, for he boiled SO
vigorously, and tasted 80 often, be-
tween pirches of salt and drops OF
sauce, until the desired flavor should
be reached, that these seemed danger
of there being no gravy left.
At length all seemed right but the
color of the gravy; that satisfied no
one, the verdict being given In a word
l-"drabbishl"
"The fact is, 1 ov r-estimated the
powers of that dash of gravy, and put
too much water after all, was Chris g
frank confession. "Now / have made
way for you and your grid, Jimmy"
But at the same moment came voice
from the bars.
1T just shows how you've messed
about with your gravy: my steak Is
done rs soon as your chop. 1t strikes
me we'd better make preliminary on
slaught on these and postpone jimmy 8
grill. may not be cook, but am
a stoker, and my names not Gus How
ard if that fire is right for grillingp
"Wisdom by experience" put In
Teddy; "next time You draw lots re-
member the qriiler has first turn at the
fre-that is, if it's ready-it is his by
right"
But Gus was putting 1t right; a hand
ful of salt to subdue the flare, and some
cinders to make a glow, and Jimmy
felt reassured.
Then up to the table went foul
chairs, when a quick division OF each
piece of meat into four was succeeded
by so hasty a consumption that an on
locker would have pronounced the
quartette, or, to be correct. the trio.
in danger of choking Jimmy was the
exception; he was too intent In watch
ing the fire to give much attention to
other than his own meat, and, sudden
| l. L,, ha I'd
TO ejaculste, ''PerfectionF-talk
aloud being one of his habits.
But he had also the capacity for TAX
ing pains; when he failed, which was
seldom, it was from forgetfulness,
never from carelessne,s. No fear of
dirty grill from Jimmy! He rubbed
the bars first with paper, then with a
clo.h, held the grid to the fire heat,
rubbed again, next went over the bars,
with bit of dripping, then This eyes
on his wAtch) on went his chop, which
he turned in few seconds, when there
came such n splutterinR and friZZling,
such flare up and smell of fat, that
the others sprang from their seats in
voluntarily, but were soon re-seatel
on seeing the gridiron poised IN the
air, while a handfnl of salt subdued the
, flame.
"How did it happen?" was the
natural question. ''Whst were you
after? had you gone to sleep?"
"No, satire, gentlemenl L suddenly
remembered that the gridiron should
, be slanted-so it says in that book
nodding in the direction of that table;
: 81 had placed it straight, so L seized
the handle, which was hot, naturally,
aud, still more natural sequence:
dropped It'll But the look also says
that chop should be nearly black out
, side-that is certainly guaranteed; if ii
Only attains the proper tint within,
there will be no cause to grumble."
, And as Jimmy went on, with his