The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1893-03-15


III do anything to make Laurence hap
py"
Remember, put it into your head,
said Fieda, ~IfI am rather young yei
and don't like Mrs Hateman's lectures
and do read fairy tales, / have an orig
nal idea or two now and then"
And shortly after, the three girls wen
home and Mrs. Laurence Chapone sa
down to write letter to her mother-in
law.
Your mother is here" said Penelop
one afternoon as her husband entereS
the dining room. ~She is out in tn
kitchen getting you up one of her din
ners. Iwrote, dear, and asked her tC
come and teach me her ways"
~You are an angel" ssid Laurenc'
"Dear mother, what perfect woman she
isl And If you can approach her il
cooking"
Then he rushed out into the kitchen
where, amids the steak aad a smell o
frying shone his mothers round and rosy
face.
"We're Just dishing the pot-roast
dear" said she, "and its beautifully
larded with the pork. And you shal
have apple fritters to-day. There wasn't
quite time for apple dumplings. Whea
bresd and biscuits, Indian and rye al
turned out we'll. And I've just tossed NJ
cheese pudding and got the chocolate
right" Biddy is as smart as can be to
learn.
with an Elegant cook like yourself
to the fore it's pleasure, marm," said
Biddy. Il haven't seen such lsshin2
since come from Ballybofay'.'
And so with smiles and pleasant talk,
the four weeks visit and the meals his
mother cooked began
Il occurred to Penelope sometimes that
they principally lived on butter, lard
drippings and sweet oil. The very soup
was covered with little globbuIes of fat.
The smell of the frying-pan awoke her al
dawn. There were jars Of @oily cooks
called doughnuts-on the pantry shelves
Before she went 10 bed Mrs. Chapone
served her son with chocolate of the rich
est sort and Welsh rare bit or with lob
ster salad and coffee with beaten eggs.
Penelope took her lessons patiently
and lived in world Of smoke md friz-
zIe, devoted the hours she had spent over
her muslins 10 beating eggs or stirring
plum pudding, adopting cooking aprons
permanently, and was never free from a
headache.
Laurence also complained of his head
but his devoted wife never hinted that a
whole mince pie after fried scallops galore
for breakfast, might be the cause of it.
we haven't seen anything Of Pene-
lope for an age" said Cousin Persis one
day. Cant you run over, Fieda? you
have nothing to dor
ooh, as 70 nothing to do" said FIeds
-~But I'll CO." And she went.
When she reached PenelOpe's flat the
door WAS ajar and she entered unan-
nounced. There w&s no one in the par
lor, but from the dining room she heard
Penelope's voice:
"Can't you eat anything, dear ?''
"a little weak tea and slice Of dry
toast-no butter" replied another voice
that of fLaurence-but never had it been
so lugubrius.
"But Laurence, dear, can cook every
thing your mothers style now" said
Penelope. Won't you have few frit-
ters >"
~FrittersP cried Laurence, with an
expression of disgust.
"And there is still mince pie; car
heat it at once" said Penelope.
Don't mention mince pie" said Lau
renee. any dear, this is excellent"
"And for dinner?" said Penelope.
"some plain boiled mutton, stale bak.
er's bread, and oranges" said Laurence
Fleda smothered laugh as she made
her appearance in the dining room.
Laurence was very yellow. His nose
was red and there were pimples at th'
corners of his mouth. Penelope's skin
was little rough and her eyes not a:
bright as usual.
How do you do, Laurence9" Fleds
said.
Not well" said Laurence.
"Nor J." said Penelope.
"We are both bilious" said Laurence
"but we are in the Doctors hands anC
shall get over it no doubt. Good-by
dear; don't go into that hot kitchen to-
day, Bridget can quite manage our plair
dinner. Remember-no sweets nor fat
none of those greasy messes. We mus
Diet
"wen," said FIeda looking at her Cou.
sin.
Il took your advice, dear" said Pencil
ope, "and Ma Chapone has been cooking
for Us for a month, and 80 kind, SO swee
she has been, and have learned all hel
receipts. The principle is easy-sOal
everything in fat and eat everything res
hot"
ayes" said Fleda. well?"
"And now he won't let me cook any
thing" said Penelope, "he spoke o
greasy messes' to-day, Fleda, his mothel
does not dream of it. l wouldn't havl
her know for the world; bat he has has
enough of the old-fashioned cooking b,
used to bemoan."
81 knew he woaId," said Fleda; ''tha
is why proposed that you should asI
her to come"
"Fledal" cried Penelope" 81 though
it was that might learn 10 please Fleda
"Fleda, you are very young to be sode
praved," sighed Penelope.
migrate you ought to thank me,
said Fleda. "You viii never hear abOu
his mothers cooking again"
And Penelope never did.
A Little Girls Experience in ;
Lighthouse.
Mr.. and Mrs. Loren Trescott are keep
ers Of the Coy. Lighthouse at SAM
Reach Mich and ara blessed with