The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1895-02-28


iy. That was powerful argument
with him, and II sunk deep into him.
What IL Mrs. Jamison should die, he
thought, or decide TO give up the board
ing-bouse? Who would he find then TO
prepare his food as she had prepared
1t? lie couldn't marry her, of course,
but wasn't there some of the young
women among his few acquaintances
to whom he could safely intrust the
task of cooking for him for life2 He
thought there was, and determined to
settle the fact without delay, for he
was firmly convinced that he must
get married as soon as was consistent
with absolute safety. SO he called on
one emlnently practical young woman,
n Miss Moore. She seemed a good,
home-like young woman, and he had
heard that she was as good n cook as
her mother, and her mother had quite
a reputation In that direction. He
called on her a number of times. and by
degrees made her aware of the food he
wanted and how hc wanted 1t cooked
Her mother invited him to tea one
Sunday evening and had told him her
daughter would bake him a couple of
apples. He went To tea, he sat at the
the table, the apples were placed be-
for him. one glance, and the matter
was settled In his mind forever. The
apples were not half brown enough.
If Miss Moore could he so careless now,
was the thought which flashed through
his mind on the instant. when she had
everything TO gain by exercising care
In cooking for him. what 1t would be
later when she had hooked him? He
shuddered at the thought, and shudder-
ed as he ate the apples out of common
pollteness. lie left the home of the
Moorcs early In the evening and never
went back there again.
Smith was discouraged for a time.
but tried again, this time with Miss
Brown. The result was about the
same. While Miss Brown baked the
apples just to his liking, she made him
toast from fresh bread. Fresh bread!
The very thought caused persplra.
tion to break out on him. He had Wis.
features as he ate 1t. He decided on the
instant that Miss Brown would never
do for him.
There Is no necessity for recountlng
all the experiments Smith made with
the cooking of different young women.
One did not cook his eggs long enough,
auothcr cooked them too long: the oat.
meal prepared 10y another was simply,
raw. one offered him tomatoes with
out straining the seeds from them when
size knew as well as he that appendi-
citlS was now a common ailmcnt! So
1t went on from one to another, until
Smith was In despair. What should
he do-what could he do? he asked him
SELF. In all there was not one woman
who could cook for him!
Smith groaned and went down to the
supper table. He found Mrs. Jamison
there, smiling as Usual, and everything
on the table that he wanted and Just
as lie wanted 1t. Mrs. Jamison seemed
quite cheerful, he thought, and then a
new thought flashed through his mind.
lie finished hts supper hurriediy. Tlich
he donned his hat and overcoat. He
hurried out and to the grocery on the
corner. u just want to weigh myself"
he said to the grocer. He was two
pounds heavier than he had been be.
fore.
ANY increase?" asked the grocer
pleasantly.
yep. two pounds" answered Smith.
with something like joy ringing in his
tones.
you're looking WELL" commented
the grocer, as Smith hurried out again.
lie made his way to the pnrlor Mrs.
JamisOn was there. He had made UP his
mind rs to what he would do
Mrs. Jamison," said he, hurriedly.
81 Gnd I'm two pounds heavier than
have ever been before. VIII you marry
me-"
Mrs. Jamison recovered from the shock !
To say yes and Smith was
happy, for he was sure that thereafter
he need not worry about his food.-New |
York Evening sun.