The Evening dispatch. [volume] (Provo, City, Utah) 1891-1895, 1894-10-24

uOOI Was Trying TO Tell me az IIsU.
was out in the kitchen. Don It you FIND
it very tiresome 'aving your kitchen 81
far from the 'ouse?''
"Ooh, yes, but you will grow uset
to it presentlee. am veree particular
1 go into thee bawachi khana eyeret
morning to see what my bawachi, the
cook, you know, is doing, and some
times in the afternoon Also
Mrs Gasparez' voice shrilIed into I'm.
expected cadences, and she emphasized
small words and laid great stress on ter.
limitations with that Eurasian accent
which is as Undesirable as it is unmis-
taxable. Ellen's voice seemed very full
and deep as she replied.
81 'aven't got a cook. don't mean
to ave one. -
my, how will you eat?" screamed
Mrs. Gasparez.
Cant you cook?"
''My, mol can make lovelee metal,
sweets, you know, but to cook thee
meats, and thee soups, and thee curries,
ooh, not"
81 don't like curries, " said Ellen
They're too spicy and all odds and
ends. You never know what you may
be eating John says he likes my cook
ing the best Of any he ever ate. ;"
"Ooh, but your handsr'
Ellen glanced from her own capable
fingers to the tightly stuffed yellow
gloves that lay ON Mrs. Gasparez's blue
lap One of the seems had burst, and a
ring with vast red stone cleaned
through.
use comes before looks, " said Ellen.
"Ooh, yes!'' said Mrs. Gasparez
douotfully.
-" Ave you been ere long? Do you
like it?" asked Ellen.
''Onlee six months. u is veree dull.
There is no sooietea I often say to my
husband, I think I shall run away
You see, we came from up counree, and
there it was veree jollee, so nance PEG,
pie. Here there are onlee four houses. 1
do not know what to do with myself ahl
day long )"
II should think your children would
keep you pretty busy" said Ellen.
"Ooh, yes, there are four, but they
are veree small. The babee is only 8
months old, and they have their ayah.
You see, they are SO noisee, and 1 am
not strong"
Il don't fancy these natives, " said
Ellen. 81 shouldn't like to see their
black 'ands touching any child was
fond Of And then she remembered the
lark skin which so clearly proclaimed
Mrs. Gasparez's connection with the
country and felt very uncomfortable,
but fortunately Mrs Gasparez consid-
cred herself purely European and always
spoke of the England that she had never
seen as ''home. -
my, yes, they are fearful, you will
see. Your servants Will always kikh
you, worree you. you know. ?"
81 shall ave just as few as ever [ can
do with. Wouldn't you like to see my
kitchen? You see, " she continued, lead
ing the way into the next room, 81
keep all the plates IL ere and shall do
the pastry making and so ON ere, and
l wanted John to let me ave a stow,
but e says it won't do for the 'ot
weather -
They went out to the mud hut in the
garden, which served as a kitchen. 1t
had been newly whitewashed within
and without, and at the freshly planed
table stood a depressed looking scull1on
peeling potatoes. He had scrambled
from his seat on the floor at the sound
of his mistress voice.
That's the only servant I've got in
the 'ouse, " said Ellen proudly.
"Ooh, thee hot weather will soon
make you lazee," laughed Mrs Gas
parez.
"Well, I made bread enough for three
days yesterday and baked it in that
queer iron drum thing. John doesn't
like the bakers bread ere. There was
beetle in the last we 'ad. ="
"Ooh, you will soon grow lazee, we
shall see.
In the course of the next few months
very like friendship grew
up between these two dissimilar WON
en-. John Port was often away, up and
down the line, and Ellen became fire.
quent visitor at the house opposite. 1t
was larger house than her own, but it
always appeared hopelessly crowded.
The smell of savory meats fingered in
that house, and odors of garlic, kero.
sene oil and bad tobacco, strangely blend
ed, never left it. The dogs and the chill
dren left bones about, to be tumbled
over and kicked into corners. The
clothes of the household seemed to have
the habit of straying and were to be
met in unexpected places. The boots
and shirts of Mr. Gasparez, the brilliant
raiment of his wife and the battered lit
tie garments of the children had alike
no abiding city. Nothing, indeed, was
in its right place. The baby was lulled
to fitful slumber in an armchair, while
a tailor, hired for the day, squatted
sewing on a child S cot. Mrs. Gasparez's
abundant hair was generally brushed
and oiled on the front veranda, and the
-hree elder children ate strange meals
1T odd hours sitting on the floor of any
'oom they happened to be in, surround
ID by servants, puppies and tame birds.
Ellen tried, both by precept
md practice to instill a little order into
he chaos, but Mrs. Gasparez, stout in
| white dressing gown, only laughed at
ler efforts:
"Ooh, you are veree sillee! What does
i matter? Wait till the babies come to
your house, and then you will not be sc
Darticularlee neat.
Although Ellen was too courageous to
make any confessions, the cruel heat of
a Bengal summer was revelation of
terror to her. She fought the heat with
1er favorite prescription Of hard work.
indeed her husband, who was great
leal away, hardly realized how much
she did. She cooked and cleaned, she
nended and made clothes, she even
washed clothes sometimes, earning