The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1893-05-19
miscellaneous.
CUPID IN THE KITCHEN.
BY MARY KLYE DALLAS.

the chambermaid says that where Su-
| san goes she goes likewise, said Mrs.
Montgomery, in Il tone of despair
"And as l have just paid their wag-
es they are packing to go. What
wicked, wicked women. Not word
of warning" "Why mamma. what is
the reason of this sudden desertion?n
queried Emily, the only daughter of
the house, aged eighteen-and she
laughed.
Your papa found fault with the
beef last Sunday. Ah-there is moth
ing to giggle over, l am sure" said the
matron, dropping into a rocking chair
"a week at the intelligence Office for
ME, while the house goes to wreck
and ruin, and your papa loses his
Chuinp, the only person can send for,
"And we cannot have Mrs. Chump
this time, mamma, said Emily She
is in bed with the rheumatism. /
met her little niece in the drug store
| buying medicine and lotions for her
| and she said she was very bad"
Then the end has GOMEZ sighed
! Mrs. Montgomery.
Don't fret, mamma, I'll do the
work. said Emily. II think it might
! be fun for a while.''
"Do you r' Mrs. Montgomery asked
| sarcastically. 'Ahr'
Emily laughed again.
Its the best you can do" she said,
land I'll give papa high tea; with
omelette and chicken sandwich, and
all the little things he likes, and no
doubt you can find some one to come
| tomorrow"
ooh, no doubt" said Mrs. Mont
gomery, in still more sarcastic tones.
II wish had your saguine tempera-
ment, Emily"
Goodbye, mum and miss" said
cook, looking in at the door. Good
bye, and | wish you luck suiting your
self, I'm sure. No doubt there is
them that might if they had the pa
thence of Job; not else''
Goodbye, ladies'" said the cham
bermaid; Pm sorry to leave you, but
gether, always, if she is insulted, l
| am likewise"
'Good-bye,n said Emily, calmly.
Mrs. Montgomery turned her back,
and muttered "Ungrateful wretches!'
between her teeth.
And l actually made over my
navy blue Bedford cord dress for that
woman" she said after the door clos
| ed and never has she had to buy an
apron.
There, I'll go and begin my martyr
dom-and, Emily, if you do 90 into
the kitchen, put ON my rubber gloves
and my mob cap, that l wear for dust
ing my room-coal ashes are the ruin
of the hair-and a big apron-your
looks are my pride"
Emily kissed her mother, saw that
she went off comfortably, and then
obediently donned cap, gloves and
apron, and descended to the kitchen.
Cook, in her wrath, had left the kit
chen in u state of chaos.
| Dishes piled high in the sink, tow
| els Oh the floor, pots and kettles in
sore need of securing, overlooking
tubs, a pan of potato Feelings, a ket-
tie of ashes-all by the way Of revenge
for the insulting criticism of last
Sundays dinner.
| The prospect was alarming, but
| Miss Emily went to work with a will ,
finding it rather more difficult than
in her inexperience she had supposed,
and wishing that her mother had not
so carefully guarded her delicacy at
| the expense of her usefulness in kitch-
ell affairs.
| Just as she took her pots and ket-
ties in hand, Jack Spinner, the mil
| lionaire's son, flying along upon his
| bicycle, came very near running into
a young man vino sat upon II curb
stone, moaning piteously. and at once
alighted.
Good heavens 1 haven't hurt
you p he cried.
"No, SIR replied the person address
ed, who was enveloped i'll IL myster-
ious waterproof costume, and covered
from head to foot with ashes. II was
clane dead when you came up. I've
got the choleray or the typhus, ] do
not know which, and I'll lose my job,
for am able for it no longer, and
| there's no mercy on you if you neg
lect thing, if it is ever SO with you
no mercy
"That is very cruel" said young
Spinner, who had the tenderest
heart in the world. us it that ash
cart you are driviLg?"
1T is indeed" said the unfortunate.
"And there is six bar'ls to empty yet,
and Inc not able for it. | could drive
back, but couldn't lift the bar'ls.'
At home they called Jack Don Quix-
ote for he was always succoring some
forlorn being in distress, maid or man
it made no matter which. Now he
instantly bethought him what to do
for this poor ash cart driver.
Come along" he said taking the
man by the arm and leading him into
a drug store hard by. III tell the
doctor to see you, and empty the rest
of the barrels for you-jolly fun for
me, you know, and you'll keep your
place, and all that"
The man, petritied with astonish-
ment, could only lift his hands, and
in moment more till more astonish-
ed drug clerk had patient-well paid
for in advance-and was dropping
cholera mixture into glass, and APP
plying mustard plasters, in the little
back room behind the store.
six more houses" said Jack, walk
ing beside the cart, straight down
the man said'
He shouldered the first barr ell and
dumped it. A shower of ashes cover
ed him, but he only laughed. Next
came zinc can, quite elegant in APP
pearance, but filled with decaying We
getables, and ornamented by the in
animate forms of three murdered kit
tens.
Mr.. Jack gasped, but he intended