Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1892-03-20

HOUSEHOLD.
As a continuation Of last weeks paper
concerning Jacks sweetheart, the relation
of an DER true tale may point moral.
The scene pictured is from an experienced
househeeper's point OF view, and the OBJ
server may be called Mrs. Brown, nsms
that is short and fits.
This good woman had been busting
around Saturday morning tidying hers and
there, after she had sent Reuben of to
business intensely comforted By steaming
well-cooked breakfast. AL things being in
order she united the big apron, put on her
cloak and bonnet, and taking the family
basket went forth to buy her Sunday
dinner
As she entered the market house she felt
that she should like to institute a little
Saturday cleaning here, but as that was
not her business, she began her purchas-
ing.
She was recognized as an expert. The
butcher brought out his choicest roast. He
well knew that only red lean and white fat
would suit her, and that if he so Id a cut on
be to some one other than Mrs. Brown.
Her next visit was to the poultry stall
Reuben liked fat capon or pullet for
Sunday dinner.
Yes, she would take one dressed. Imme-
diately her eye rested on a fowl with
smooth skin, layer of light colored fat
underneath giving it clear appearance
She carefully tested the joints and saw that
the sinews were pliable.
"No," she did not wish to buy live
chickens to-day, and if she did she would
not have those with pale combs and scaly
legs, only the coral red comb and the smooth
leg suited her. As Mrs. Brown passed to
the vegetable and fruit stalls, the fresh
and the perfect was substituted for the
stale and the blemished, for the vendors,
shrewd readers of persons, knew that with
her nothing but fair dealing would avail.
This knowing woman soon made her pur-
chases with satisfaction to herself and the
dealers. Passing out she met Mrs. Jack.
'FYou here?" with surprise,
eyes, I thought now the honeymoon had
passed, and Jack has been talking economy,
that perhaps I could buy better meat at
less cost, and have run over to get the
steak forluncheon."
"Good morning." said Mrs. Brown. 81
must hurry on"
AS she walked on she said to herself,
''Poor innocent, won't she be fayed."
Little Mrs. Jack thought that to buy a
steak was simple matter, and yet her
heart failed her when she confronted the
white-aproned man with his big knife.
'What can 1 do for you this morning,
madame?"
The tone seemed patronizing, and shaking
off her first timidity Mrs. Jack said to her
self that she knew this horrid butcher
wanted to sell her bad meat, and began at
once to show her ignorance in way that
would have tempted almost any one to i'm
pose upon her.
The tender-hearted butcher was above
this, particularly when it was a pretty.
young face that confronted him.
In vain ne showed her the best cuts and
gave her the benefit Of his superior knowl-
edge, Mrs. Jack would have her way and
do her own selecting. This she finally did.
Spying piece spiked to the block she
asked: ''What is the matter with that
meatl'' pointing to the remnant Of quar-
ter close down to the hook.
Nothing at all, madam"
U'Then you may cut me of steak
please.''
OF course the order was flied, but even
the butchers conscience gave little twinge
as he carefully wrapped the steak in brown
paper, to save the dainty gloves of the
young housekeeper
Just outside she met Jack, who CALAMITY
took her parcel and smiled beamingly on
the little housewife.
On reaching home she fastened to open
her purchase, eager % show thar she knew
steak. So did Jack. Their eyes met.
Somehow words did not come. Jacks face
was study-gradually Z martyr look |
stole over it, and then he kissed the dear
girl
The young wife, her eyes having tinge |
of redness, spent the afternoon looking at |
the mysterious markings on animals in the |
front of her cook book; and Jack-well, he |
sauntered out of popular restaurant about
o'clock with toothpick between his lips.