The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1897-09-29

Mrs. Mueller one morning could not
get up, and the doctor said she would
have to remain in bed for many
weeks.
The new burden acted as stimulaut
upon the boy He was up early in the
morning and made the breakfast and
cleaned up the rooms. He then ar
ranged medicines and cold luncheon
on the table alongside Of the bed and
then went up into the street to look
for employment. An entire month
passed, and then inspired by happy
thought he presented himself one
morning before the proprietor of one
of the great restaurants of the city.
The proprietor said: 'I'm afraid
you're too young, my son, but you
might go down stairs and see the head
chef He attends to that part of the
business. Jamsey was encouraged
by the manner IL not the matter of the
speech and went to the great kitchen
beneath the dining hall. The chef
had just come in, handsome, black
mustached, rosy-cheeked Alsatian, who
looked at the boy and said: "Well,
what is it?''
Jamsey sad: ard like to be cook
here, sir"
The chef smiled and said in his own
language: "What dear little fellow"
then in English, "Can you cook2'
Happily for Jamsey he responded
in French, 81 think can cook as
well as most men, sir. I'd like to
have you try me-"
His native tongue aroused the chefs
interest. He said, "You speak my
language"
EYES," said Jamsey, 81 speak some
French.
'Do you speak German?" asked the
chef.
EYES," said Jamsey.
"Can you cook in French and Ger
man styles?"
Eyes" said Jamsey, proudly.
"Well, You are brave boy, and I'll
try you, anyhow. You go over there
to that stove and cook me some lamb
chops in some French way and also in
some German way, and if they are
all right I'll engage you"
Jamsey went to work in n huNy.
The other cooks looked on amused by
the boys enthusiasm. He picked
out German sauce which he had
learned from Frau Mueller and i'm
proved upon himself. For the other
dish he made n special sauce which
the cooking professor had taught him.
They were about finished, and he
had raised the saucepan containing
one, when clumsy scullion going
past, either by accident or through
mischief, ran against him, and the
contents of one saucepan went into
the other.
1t had no more than happened when
the chef reappeared from some other
part of the great establishment below
stairs. He walked over to where the
| speechless boy stood and said:
"Hallo, that's handsome sauce. L
don't remember ever having seen it. "
He took the large spoon which was in
it and stirred it. The stirring gave a
finish to the mixture, which made it
very attractive to the eye. 1t was of
n rich green, with wonderful per-
fume and smooth, velvety exterior
that was very appetizing. The chef
raised the spoon and tasted it, smacked
his lips and said:
"My son. that is the best sauce 1
have tasted in ten years. You can
put on your cap and apron and go to
work now, and L am very glad to get
so promising an assistant in my
Kitchen"
The sauce has been made many hun
dred times in that restaurant since
then and is as popular as ever.
Jamsey has risen to be the second
in command and is looked up to by all
the other employees of the house, and
Frau Mueller has left Rivington street
and presides over n very pretty fiat
near Central park, where Jamsey makes
his home.