Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1895-04-24

Lie very buiuS, iofo, o''AN. 49,
Fisher.
While she was gone, howe yer, he
STAYED the demands of hunger with
biscuits 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 tray
loaded with coffee pot and cups.
"Now I 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:
ga little weak, my dear. By the
way, did you grind the beans?"
She shook her head.
"Does 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?
eyes," he nodded.
"The fish," she inquired.
"Well, you must tell them to send
the fish we'll 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.
'I know housewives duty better.
Give you bakers bread and things!
Never, my love. And the coffee must
be ground, I remember.
eyes," 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 recognize as his dainty
Berenice, approaching him with up.
raised lips. "Kiss me ten times" !"
He did it. "And isn't it so lovely to
be alone together-I doing everything
to make home happy9"
"Delightful!" said MIR. Fisher, as
he polished himself surreptitiously
with napkin. ''l'm going out for
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.
"I shall love Josiah better all my
life!" said Serenice. '.He has been
an angel! Oh, what mess 1 served
him; and he smiled it through. My
programme is ready for tomorrow.
I mean to offer him a dinner, after q
receipt of my own, serving everything
with sugar instead of salt The cof-
fee will be ground into powder, and
I shall put peppermint into my pud-
ding by mistake, and make more of
my delicious bread. And I have pre-
pared to make oh omelet for break
fast tomorrow, and one of the eggs is
added. 1t is dreadful, when l can
cook SO beautifully. But 1 shall
always adore Josiah after this; his
patience is 80 beautiful. He has never
blamed me for what he believed to bo
my innocent mistake.
'It was the only way-the only
way" said Mrs. Royal, rs she bade her
daughter goodnight. $50 on as you
have begun. advise suet pudding
and fried oysters-scorched oysters
have an uneqnaled 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 have come for little advice,
dear madam" he said.
ga nice receipt for plum-pudding, "
said Mrs. Royal.
"No," cried Mr.. Fisher. 81 think
my little wife confided to you our de-
lightful dream of living quite without
servants?"
'sShe did. 1t was beautiful" said
Mrs. Royal. ''And how does it sue
ceed?"
"Splendidly, mammal" said Bere-
nice. 81 am improving SO fast! l
made him mince.pie to-day, and home
is like Arcadia.
Precisely, darling" said Mr..
Fisher; "but don't have enough OF
your society. You live in the kitchen,
covered, my dearest, with pot.black.
You are working too hard. Besides, l
begin to understand, since you ironed
my shirts, sweetest, that laundry work
is a specially"
'sBut I shall learn in time," said
Mrs. Fisher. 81 only scorched four
of your shirts; and my homemade
bread is delicious. And, oh! I 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 I have not some
little talent for cooking"
'tThat is O good idea," said Mr..
Fisher. 3I shall unavoidably be away
from home; but I think, little wife,
your dear mamma will see that my
idea was, perhaps, too Arcadian; and
We might get the servants back, aud
see wife in her pretty dresses again. ="
81 always tell my daughter to do as
her husband wishes, said Mrs. Royal !;
"but of course I will dine with Bere-
nice"
She did. 1t was very good little
dinner; but the next day found the
servants in their places, and Mr..
Fisher never alluded to his Arcadian
dream again. Good Company.
Carb0lic Acid Causes Agonizlng Death.