Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1896-06-27

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head OF on the samc clothesllne on hi,
way back.
The gentlest Of natures when rouse.,
are often the most terrible. Mr.. Mesh
became very terrible. He used ur
enough kindling, profanity and coal oil
TO nave ignitcd the pyramids of Egypt
He stamped and showed and poked and
hanged and curved and shook TIL ever
the at-apd Il had had its dinner-wa,
displsesed with him, and departed ia
tne outer kitchen to try the oysters
winch the dl)Atory grocer had just de.
posted on the table without waiting ia
parley with Mr.. Meek. He was a wise
grocer and had heard enough.
When, about five minutes later, Mr.,
Meek discovered that the cat had found
the oysters to ita taste. he became oven
less calm. Had the cat been around
but, like the grocer. It had heard
enough. and taken an unobtruslve de.
parturc-is It hugely probable that q
considerable majority Of its nine lives
would have come to an abrupt termlna.
ton.
At this stage, to console tho unfortu.
nate man. the flre began to 60 again.
Once started, It didn't stop. In about
I'VE minutes It had burned up what re.
NAMED Of pretty much everything ex.
cept large pot Of green ten and small
portion Of Mr.. Meek. The chop that tho
cat hadn't eaten was especially well
done. It could be quite safely left on
the window sill with a whole legion Of
cats around It. Mr.. Neck, however,
simply left II In the coal bin. In point
OF either color or hardness II would
hive been difficult to have found a
more fitting place for It.
Then there came over Mr.. Meck's fare
a terrible expression. He brought In
poll nt was the scrubbing pail. which
he had mistaken for the scrap pail, hut
no matter) and poured the soup careful.
ly into It, throwing the pan about iiyo
feet, into the sink. Next he scrnped the
potatoes Into the same pull, and again
another pan followed the course Of the
first In getting to the sink. Then he
poured the tomatoes on ton Of the
potatoes, and still q third pom got TO
the sink with unusual rapidity. It can.
not be definitely stated whether or not
Mr.. Meek, In doing this, was actuatcd
By the desire to prepare some famous
hunters dish relishcd In the dear old
camping days gone by, but certain It 10
no sooner did he get the tomatoes nicely
on top Of the potatoes than lie took the
whole thing and tossed II, pail and oil,
into the outer lane.
This accomplished he proceeded TO
make meal of the cold ham and some
bread and butter-the cooking butter,
Of course.
Just a. he was finishing Mrs. Neck
returned. "Why, James, she cried
checrfully, you never sent the cab for
me. and ] waited nearly an hour"
NO." said her husband calmly, "I'vs
been terribly busy. Men from New
York-5ust got home little while ago.
This 10 q very good hama shade over.
done. isn't it?''
perhaps q shade less wouldn't have
hurt It. Let mo get you piece Of piey"
mo. thank you. No cold pie for. me
when there's hot apples In the oven.
I'll tell you what you might do. You
might bring 'em in II you're not too
tired"
Mrs. Meek departed on her mission.
In few moments she reappeared, and,
without moving muscle. placed the |
plate Of baked apples before her lord
and master. They were about the size
Of walnuts and the color Of ebony.
Judging by the way they ratified on the
plate they were rather harder than
dint.
Mr.. Meek rose with nm awful look In |
his eye.
I'm afraid" observed his wife, they |
are like the ham-just q shade over.
DONE"
III ever catch that cat" remarked
Mr.. Meek. % that sleek feline purred
past him with Q playful frisk Of its
tail, I'll break every bone In its body"
only he described it, body with sun.
dry adjectives that were very strange
to the cars Of Mrs. Meek. At least, 10
she said when she described the occur.
renee to her bosom friend, Mrs. Mug.
gins, next day.-New York Truth.