The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1894-07-05

the demands of hunger with wine and bis
cult from the sideboard, and sat beaming
upon her as she re-entered, with an extra
smudge on her nose and scorch on her
apron, carrying a tray loaded with coffe pot
and cups.
Now, I'll show you the sort of coffee your
little wife can make" said she, passing cup
for him.
He took it, tasted it, and beamed on her
again.
"a little weak" he sighed "By the way,
did you grind the beans?"
She shook her head.
docs one grind coffee?" she asked.
Always" said her husband.
" Pm so sorry" said Berenice. But now
I'll get my little notebook, and you can tell
me just how you fancy things. The soup
stronger?"
"Yes," he nodded.
"The fish?" she inquired.
"Well, you must tell them to send the
fish well cleaned he said. The beef
moderately done, and, lest you should have
too much to do, buy bakers bread and
pastry"
"Never!" she answered solemnly. 81
know a housewives duty better. Give you
bakers bread and things! Never, my love.
And the coffee must be ground, I remem-
ber"
Yes" he said, helping her to get the
dishes together and put them on the dumb
waiter; grind the coffee, sweetest"
"And it was lovely little dinner for me
to cook, wasn't it?" queried the black and
greasy object, whom he could scarcely rec
ognize as his dainty Berenice, approaching
him with appraised lips. Kiss me 10 times!"
He did it. "Apd isn't it so lovely to be alone
together doing everything to make home
happy ?"
Delightful +" said Mr.. Fisher, as he pol
lished himself sufreptitiously with napkin.
" Pm going out for few minutes, pet"
He did. His goal was a restaurant. Dur
ing his absence Berenice admitted her mother
at the kitchen door.
We'll ?" answered the latter
" shall love Josiah better all my life"
said Berenice. He has been an angel
Oh! what mess / served him; and he
smiled it through. My program is ready for
tomorrow. / mean to offer him dinner
after recipe of my own, serving everything
with sugar instead of salt. The coffee will
be ground into powder, and / shall put per-
permint into my pudding by mistake, and
make more of my delicious bread. And l
have prepared to make an omelet for break
fast tomorrow; one of the eggs is added. 1t
is dreadful, when | can cook so beautifully.
But / shall always adore Josiah after this;
his patience is SO beautiful. He has never
blamed me for what he believed to be my
innocent mistakes"
1t was the only way-the only way"
said Mrs. Royal, as she bid her daughter
goodnight. Go ON as you have begun. l
advise a suet pudding and fried oysters
scorched oysters have an unequaled flavor,
my dear"
Mrs. Royal returned home.
Three days passed. On the fourth her
daughter and son-in-law appeared at her
door. Berenice was beaming with smiles;
Mr.. Fisher grave beyond description.
"We come for a little advice, dear madam"
he said.
"a recipe for plum-pudding?" said Mrs.
Royal.
NO" cried Mr.. Fisher. "I think my
dream of living quite without servants ?"
"She did. 1t was beautiful" said Mrs.
Royal "And how does it succeed 2"
"Splendidly, mammal" said Berenice. "I
am improving so fast ! made him mince-
pie to-day, and home is like Arcadia!"
Precisely, darling" said Mr. Fisher;
d" but / don't have enough of your society.
You live in the kitchen, covered, my dear
est. with pot-black. You are working too
hard. Besides, begin to understand. since
you iron my shirts, sweetest, that laundry
work is specially"
But / shall learn in time," said Mrs.
Fisher =" only scorched four of your shirts
and my home made bread is delicious. And,
OH / am so anxious to make home all it
should be-to carry out Josiah's lovely
dream. Mamma, come and dine with us to
morrow, and see if have not some little
talent for cooking"
THAT is a good idea," said Mr.. Fisher.
81 shall unavoidahly be away from home
but think, little wife, your dear mamma
will see that my idea was, perhaps, too Ar
cadian; and we might get the servants back,
and see wife in her pretty dresses again"
/ always tell my daughter to do as her
husband wishes" said Mrs. Royal "but, of
course, / will dine with Berenice."
She did. 1t was avery good little dinner;
but the next day found the servants in their
places, and Mr.. Fisher never alluded TO his
Arcadian dream again.-Ydnkee Blade.
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