The Dakota chief. (Gann Valley, Buffalo County, S.D.) 18??-1913, 1893-12-21
HR. CLEVERSON'SCOO K

"Soup as salt as the Atlantic and
IS nasty; fish boiled to rags and served
l0atlng in greasy water like Jumps
II cucumber In a tub in an East End
.ookshop; beef that eats like charred
hips and potatoes with bones in.
And you call it-dinner?"
Mr.. CleversOn tranSfixed a small
PORTION of some leathery substance
n a prong and regarded it with the
dubious look Of a naturalist observing
IN unknown and probably venomous
cptile, then with an effort freeing
he fork he pushed his chair from the
able and contemptuOuSly turned his
back upon it.
81 am very sorry, dear" said his
'etter-half. in the meek tone that
Omctimes turns away anger. "She
laid she could Cook"
Mr.. Cleyerson faced about briskly.
laid she could cook" he cried
With scornful emphasis. 'D'ye think
I a stranger came to me and ordered
thousand pounds worth ofgoods and
aid iic had the money in the bank
o paY for them, that I'd take his
word? No, Mis-. Cleverson. / make
n uirics-I get re%fcrcnces-I satisfy
nyse {. said she could cook
)shaw."
YES, George, and l got references
ind made inquiries. Cooks last
lace was at Il butchers. and he as
Il ed me she had given every salts
action"
MT. ClcrcrSon gaSped.
elias it come to thiS'" he asked,
more in sorrow than in anger. 'Have
fallen so low as a butchers cook?
How could you imagine that the
look of a MAI whose ideas of the
:ub:imest OF all arts could not posi-
bly, soar higher than a satisfying
steak or crude sweetbread, would be
lble to minister to the educated taste
ii an Alderman of the city of Lon
don and liVeryman OF two great COM
oanies? | never Was so in>ulted in
my life. and when a man is insulted
by his wife in his tenderest feelings,
Mrs. Clererson, it is time for him to
make a practice of dining at his club
when there's no public dinner he can
20 TO-"
The meek little woman's eyes filled
with tears.
Il hope you won't do that, dear, or
lshall never see you, except at break
fast and on Sundays"
elf aHman can't get anything to
Eat at home, he must eat elsewhere.
a man must cato live" rejOined
the Alderman, sententiOusly.
''Ill try again. Perhaps 1 shall
have better luck"
"Pooh. You have engaged eight
new cooks i n twelve months and every
n worse than the preceding. But
you have reached low-water mark
with your butchers cook. Mrs. Clever
son, and got to the end of my pa
thence, and it's time | interfered.
Pay the woman a months wages and
send her about her business. and Iii
take the matter in hand-Ill engage
2 cook. Tll show you where the fault
lies, Mrs. Clcverson; and I'll eat my
head off if l fail to find a woman
cook who is an artist in the kitchen
and a credit to an Alderman Of the
city of London. l won't have a chef.
The man who engages a chef ceases
to be master OF his own house."
Mrs. Cleverson could have laughed
for delight, she could have danced
tor joy, so heavy had been the load
now lifted from her mind. But,
being a wise little woman-though
she had engaged a butchers cook
she did nothing of the kind.
'1 dc hope o will succeed" she
said, speaking from the bottom of her
heart, and let the matter drop.
The hungry Alderman returned to
town and dined. Afterwards, feefing
more comfortable, he drew up an ad-
vertisement.
"Wanted, a woman cook by a gen.
tleman who considers the preparation
of feed a fine art, and that a dinner
should always be a dream of delight.
No second rate spoiler of good meat
need apply, as proof of ability will be
required. Wages no object"
There" he murmured, compla-
Gently, snow, perhaps, I'll get a dim
ner at home"