Evening journal., 1897-04-10
WHEN THECOOK LEFT
MRS. NCCLlWEDDE HAD A HEART
BREAKING EXPERIENCE.

Luncheon, but II Put bad Taste In
Georges Mou;h-while He Was Gone to
the Drug store Old Friends Called.
She was in tears, and her dearest
friend sought to comfort her.
"What is it?" she asked. "Has some /
body given reception and sighted you
just when you have a new gown? Or
have you the invitation and not the
gown?'
"N-neither. Oh, tits something per-
fectly awful"
"H'ml suppose, then, your husband
has been treating you badly. Well, as
long as he has you might relieve your
mind by telling me all about it. "
He hasn't either-I'd just like to see
him try It'll No; the-tho c.cook is
gone"
Pshawl Is that all? Wen, don't cry.
used TO make a lovely omelet at school.
1t was cooked in a dustpan. Oh, do let
us give a dinner party Hasn't George
some nice friends whom he might askg''
"Ye-es, he-he has. wish had never
seen any Of theml / wish had put off
the wedding year! l wish had let
Georges old maid aunt come TO live
with usl'
The visitor looked alarmed. "You
haven't any fever, have you, dear? And
does your head feel quite right?"
No, it doesn't Get me another
hand-handkerchief, and I'll tell you all
about it. just look at me, will you, and
tell me what look like.
I'D rather not, dear. You might not
like it. IL suppose you have been try
ing to. clean the SCOT out of the kitchen
chimney, haven't you?"
mo, but I've been trying TO cook
luncheon George said he didn't feel
quite well after it was over, and he
went over to the-the drug store TO get
something to take a queer taste out of
his mouth don't see why he need act
that way when l had the loveliest roses
on the table and other things toop'
We'll, don't be low spirited We'll
manage dinner, and there are lots of in
teliigence offices in town We-can buy
things ready cooked too.
IL don't care. just don Z care for
again as long as l live. "
You don't mean TO say that George
took too much Of something to take the
queer taste out of his mouth?"
"Of course don mean anything of
the kind and you are not true friend
or you'd never suggest such thing.
, cried little after he went out, and
) must have got some SCOT on my face and
Z rubbed it in. just then the doorbell
+ rang, and, thinking the cook had per
J haps relented and returned, l ran to an
swer it. 1t was not the cook, and, oh,
Laura, who do you think it was?"
: Il don't know. Your mother-in-lav
y perhaps. "
q Il wish 1t had been my mother-in
s law She can cook. No; itwas that hor
v rid girl George used to be engaged {,
, before he ever knew me / never me
8 her, but Recognized her from her photo
graphs.
: "lf you never met her, how do yor
! know she is koIridf"
Humphl Any girl who could rot
got along with George must 10 horrid
Besides be has no taste at ALL caI
q never see a trace Of beauty in the WON
70 en- he calls pretty. "
2. But tell me about opening the door.
a "Oh, when / came face TO face witt
o her thought should diel Her husband
- was with her. Neither of them of coursi
e knew me, and
u -" should think not, if you looked a
y you do now. How did you manage {,
y tear your gown SOP"
h Caught it on a nail. They botl
k smiled when they saw me and asked i
3. Mrs. Nooliwedde was at home. ! saw
thcy thought was the maid, and, as
suming brogue-yOu know l was al
8 ways good at amateur theauicals-
g said: Faith, and that she is not. Wh'
y shall say was afther askin for herr?
: Oh, you clever girl Why, / shoull
4 never have thought of such thing-no
.e in a thousand years.
,- Yes, wasn't it clever? But whil'
rs she was taking out cards aud expressing
g regrets I heard George come in the bac
ID way. In my agony lest he come out an
u beuay me. 1 ran back TO the dinin
'l room door, but before / could stop hin
he cried ont, What is it, darling?
Yen cont say sol Did they hea
him, and what
he caught look Of frozen horror O
lie their faces as they turned and fed dow
y The steps Oh, / Thought l should jus
die and III wish / had. -
he But perhaps, after all, they reall
ie thought you were the housemaid
F. George says he-he hopes not, &c
in that case what would they think {
p, him for c-calling me 'darling?'
~ -, And there was a sound of weeping
~ the room. Elisa Armstrong in Ne
York Journal
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