Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1895-04-18

there. He put his hand to the pol
ished space on the top of his head,
and found it sticky, and his usually
immaculate shirt bosom had the marks
of ten tiny black fingers upon it.
1t took him some time to make his
toilet, and when he descended dinner
was on the table, and Berenice was
striking the gongin ear-splitting fash
ion.
q was so afraid you would let your
wifelet's first dinner grow cold, she
said.
Not likely, love, he replied.
But don't you need a glance in the
mirror"
"Oh, I shall put all vanity aside,
my DEAR" she answered, "and simply
be domestic. Ifyou are pleased, there
is no one else to see, you know; be-
sides, must wait on you. viii you
carve?"
Il? Oh, certainly p said Mr.. Fish
er. Certainly. This is
"Soup, love, said Mrs. Fisher. "Of
course we have soup. l served every
thing at one time. But we have
courses all the same
The fluid which Mr.. Fisher tasted
somewhat resembled dishwater; but
he forced a smile, and thought he
would "try the fish" The next IN
slant a creature Of the sea lay before
him, much as it came from the water,
save that it was covered with very
rancid butter sauce. 1t had not been
opened; its head, tail and scales re-
mained intact.
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 beef"
Before you, dear, said Mrs. Fish
er. "Shall l 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 few
scraps, gave it up as bad job, and
sighed.
"Oh, Josiah, doesn't it suit you?'
asked Berenice, with pleading glances.
"Is it overdone, lear?''
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?"
apple pie, said Berenice, handing
him large plate, on which lay a large
slice.
"The unfortunate husband took one
mouthful, then said, meekly:
"I'll try the pudding, dear.
"Puddingl' laughed Mrs. Fisher.
"That is my homemade bread, fresh
from the oven. Try piece"
mo, no I've eaten quite heartily
already cried poor Fisher. Iil
smoke bit"
ooh, dear screamed Berenice,
my after-dinner coffee-I forgot it. "
"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-entered
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?'
She shook her head.
docs one grind coffee p she asked.
always" said the husband.
I'm 50 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.
"The fish, she inquired.
We'll, 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 ba-
kers 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, remember"
"Yes," he.said. helping her to get
the dishes together and put them on
the dumb-waiter; grind the coffee,