The aegis & intelligencer., 1895-04-19
its head, tail and scales remained in

its head, tail and scales remained in,
tact.
at does not seem quite right, some
how said Berenice.
"Next time have it cleaned, love" :"
said her husband, playfully. "And
after all, beef is the great reliance.
Where is the beefy''
Before you, DEAR said Mrs. Fish
er. ''Shall turn the gas up higher"
The husband made no remark. He
turned a ball of burned bone and
meat about with his fork, tried to cut
a few scraps, gave it up as a bad job,
| and sighed.
"Oh, Josiah, doesn't it suit you ?"
asked Berenice, with pleading glances.
rs it overdone, dear?'
I'm afraid it is, little" said Mr.
Fisher. But I've no doubt the next
course will amply compensate. What
have you given me, my angel p
apple pie" said Berenice, hand
ing him large plate, on which lay a
large slice.
"The unfortunate husband took
one mouthful, then said, meekly:
''I'll try the pudding, dear"
Pudding ~ laughed Mrs. Fisher.
That's is my home made bread, fresh
from the oven. Try piece
mo, no! I've eaten quite heartily
already ~ cried poor Fisher. "ril
smoke bit.''
"Oh, dear" screamed Berenice,
my after-dinner coffee-I forgot it"
1.-The very thing, love-" said Mr.
Fisher.
While she was gone, however, he
stayed the demands of hunger with
biscuits from the sideboard, and
sat beaming upon her as she re-enter-
ed with an extra smudge on her nose
and a scorch on her apron, carrying a
tray loaded with coffee pot and cups.
Now l will show you the sort of
coffee your little wife can make" said
she, passing a cup for him.
He took it, tasted it, and beamed on
her again, then he said
"a little weak, my dear. By the
way, did you grind the beans p
She shook her head.
docs one grind coffee ?'' she asked.
always" said the husband.
I'm so sorry" said Berenice. but
now I'll get my little note book and
you can tell me just how you fancy
things. The soup stronger ?''
Yes" he nodded.
1.-The fish ?'' she inquired.
"Well, you must tell them to send
the fish we'll cleaned" he said. 1.-The
beef moderately done, and, lest you
should have TOO much to do, buy ba-
ker's bread-and pastry"
"Never ~ she answered, solemnly.
II know a housewives duty better.
Give you bakers bread and things
Never, my love. And the coffee must
be ground, | remember"
Yes" he said, helping her to get
the dishes together and put them on
the dumb waiter; grind the coffee,
sweetest
"And it was a lovely little dinner
for me to cook, wasn't it % querie d
the black and greasy object, whom he
could scarcely recognize as his dainty
Berenice, approaching him with up
raised lips kiss lie ten times.n He
did it. "And isn't it SO lovely to be
alone together-I doing everything to
make home happy?"
"'Delightful!" said Mr. Fisher, as he
polished himself surreptitiously with
napkin. Il am going out for a few
minutes, pet"
He did. His goal was a restaurant.
During his absence Berenice admitted
her mother at the kitchen door.
"Well?'' asked the latter.
81 shall love Josiah better all my
lifeI' said Berenice. He has been
an angel Oh, what mess l served
him; and he smiled it through. My
programme is ready for tomorrow.
mean to offer him dinner, after re-
ceipt of my own, serving everything
with sugar instead OF salt. The coffee
will be ground into powder, and shall
put peppermint into my pudding by
mistake, and make more of my deli
cious bread. And have prepared to
make an omelet for breakfast to-mor-
row, and one of the eggs is added. 1t
is dreadful, when can cook so beauti-
fully. But shall always adore Jo-
siah after this; his patience is so
beautiful. He has never blamed me
for what he believed to be my inno-
cent mistake.
at was the only way-the only
way" said Mrs. Royal, as she bade
her daughter goodnight. go on as
you have begun. | advise a suet pud-
ding and fried oysters-scorched oys-
ters have an unequaled flavor, my
delr.n
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.
I'VE have come for little advice,
dear madam" he said.
"A nice receipt for plum-pudding?"
said Mrs. Royal.
Mo- cried Mr.. Fisher. Il think
my little wife contided to you our de-
lightful dream of living quiet without
servants?'
'She did. 1t was beautiful said
Mrs. Roya And does it succeed?n
"Splendidly mammal" said Bere-
nice. II am improving SO fast! |
made him some mincepie to-day, and
home is like Arcadia"
"Precisely, darling" said Mr.. Fish
er; but | don't have enough of your
society. You live in the kitchen, COW
cred my dearest with pot black. You
are working too hard. Besides begin
to understand, since you ironed my
shirts, sweetest, that laundry work is
IL speciality"
but | shall learn in time" said
Mrs. Fisher. Il only scorched four
shirts; and my home made bread is de-
licious. 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 tomorrow, and
see if | have not some little talent for
cooking"
THAT is a good idea," said Mr..
Fisher II shall unavoidably be a.
way from home; but l think, little
wife, your dear mamma will see that
my idea was perhaps, too Arcadian;
and we might get the servants back
and see wife in her pretty dresses
again"
II always tell my daughter to do
as her husband wishes,n said Mrs.
Royal; but of course will dine with
Berenice.'
She did. 1t was very good little
dinner; but the next day found the
servants in their places, and Mr.. Fish
er never alluded to his Areadian
dream again.-GOOd Company.