Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-01-19

tangling skirts there Is much about life
in the kitchen TO stir ones histrionic Inn
pulses. Baking bread. found myself kick
ing the oven door together with vim ana
airy grace that made the attainment OF
dancing actress glory seem only matter
Of further practice and plenty Of lace ruff
fles.
Just as things promised that, perhaps
with hard work, in another hour, might
be able to put away the breakfast dishes.
l had to prepare lunch, and at the same
time Lord Fauntleroy's midday dinner. l
could but 1 will not go into the narrowing
details of how, with but two hands ana one
head l made chicken croquetteS, brolieo
chops. stewed celery. au grained macaroni.
kneaded bread, carried coal, set table ana
washed dishes all at once, and then Went
on washing dishes, putting bread In pans,
baking bread and preparing dinner. only
this, must say that as these divers dla-
bolical duties hurried me from one to the
| other, inch by inch, the beautiful fabric OF
| my ideas about how hired girl ought TO
| do her work vanished into thin air, and 1
| found myself driven by force of circun,
| stances to break every one of my original
| ten commandments about Housekeeping.
Thou shalt not waste!'
| FfddleSticks, everything that came IRON
| the lunch table, with one sweep l emptleu
| into the stove, and not wave OF con-
! science rolled across my troubled soul.
| Later, whereas l had early in the morning
| rebuked the cook for busting off the coffae
| canister with dish towel. severely INFORM
| ing her that buster is for busting and
| dish towel for drying dishes, in the press
| of business about noon l found myself Wlp-
| ing UP the floor with dish towel ana
ready to kill anybody who might have
| suggested that 1 was either inconsistent or
untidy about homework.
| No Longer RefOrmer.
At L o'clock there were apples to be
pared for dessert, and perhaps it was the
| tradition of temptation clinging to this
| fruit that aided me. Anyhow, defiant as
| Eve, and just as eager for destruction, ]
ate an apple. From that my high resolve
| to do housework all day became part OF
| the general confusion surrounding me. The
| dinner was yet to be cooked. cake yet
| to be baked, dishes, of course-dishes yet
to be washed a floor yet to be scrubbed,
| range yet to be polished, two latrobes yet
| to be filed Lord Fauntleroy,s supper
well. the prospect was certainly enough to
make ones head swim, and the kitchen
| hot enough to kill; besides. there was the
| apple aSSaulting my weary body from
within. But. whatever the cause. when the
| cook gathered up my remains from the
| floor had her inter me in bed, where l
| have since thought thoughts about house
| work Beyond this I have no longer any
| ambition. If. In an unguarded moment OF
| charitable impulse, ever said was going
| to reform housework. 1 tell you now. IN
| homework really Is would as soon think
| of trying to reform love.
| But while In calm elaboration have re-
solved to let every housekeeper do her own
| reforming. If there be anywhere a Society
| for the Prevention of Cruelty of Hired
| Girls looking for a president, a willing,
worthy woman for the Office may be had in
PAULINE PRY.