The broad ax. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1895-19??, 1898-11-19
IN A DUTCH FAMILY.
QUEER SAUsA1E NEGLECTED
FOR DELICIOUS EGGS.
Servants Are Never Trusted-Food, Plate,
China and Linen Locked Up asd
Weighed Out Only when Nssded-An
Afternooa AT Home. %


are rather chary Of opening their doors
70 foreigners. says the London Chro1-
iele. With public attention turned 20
the little country for the sake Of It's
youthful queen. there may be some
WHO would like to receive the impress
sien Of an average English girl al 20
an average Dutch home. / used 90
wake early in The Hague. Not nearly
so early, however, as the busy serv-
ants, In their short skirts and tight
lace caps. They rise to clean the
streets In front OF their masters hons-
g as streets are surely never cleaned
elsewhere. Springless carts jog over
the uneven pebbles Of the Zeestraaf,
largely freighted with glittering milk
cans and tidy old women. Fruit ami
vegetable vendors shrek the nature
u their wares with q harsh insisteace
OF most sleep-murdering sort. So I
get up and dress and linger at the
window. Truth to tell. the Dutch
breakfast Is not altogether tempting.
The windows are closed and Myheer
has obviously only Just put out his
first cigar. Nor are the toilets OF New
row and Jufrow quite complies or en-
HANGED by certain popular English
hair-curlers. On the other hand, the
tea from Java Is delicious. the ham
worthy Of York. With the freshest
OF eggs one need not depend upon
either the inevitable cheese or the
queer sausage. More especially as the
butter is perfection. despite the dam
aging circumstances that we helped
ourselves with our own knives. AS to
the Dutch little breads" they are as
suredly the best in the world. Before
the meal, all pray In silence that has
a quaker impressiveness Of It's own.
Then Myheer, in a sonorous voice and
with an indescribable accent, reads q
chapter from the French testament.
This ended, he vanishes and the ladies
begin the arduous labors OF holIsekecp-
Ing. Mynheer was rich; his cellar
would have won the respect OF an al
derman. Nevertheless. every article
Of food, plate, china and linen is locked
up and weighed out and talked over to
an exasperating degree. Honest Chris
ties, the Friesland cook, was radiant
on Sundays with dangling earrings OF
gold filigree and a skull cap Of. pure
Is an heirloom. But she was never
trusted to take coffee or sugar at dis
erection. She had an aged mother.
whose wooden shoes were too often
heard clicking in the back yard. Her
spotless kitchen was scrubbed and rub
bed at some unearthly hour. As to
the store closet, crowded with potted
vegetables, with dried meats, with pod
ded vanilla from Paramarfbo, and
scented spices from Sumatra, that Is
altogether the sacred domain Of New
row. Lunch came at o'clock. It
rather resembled breakfast, save for a
hot dish Of beefsteak and of those
round, houry potatoes that grow in
eomparably in the region Of sandy
Scheveningen. There was tea, there
was milk, there were wines Of all
kinds. Mevrow was resplendent In
rich silks by this time, the Jufrow
prettily reminiscent Of the English
modes she so much admired. For
Monday was reception day and by
o'clock visitors, chiefly ladies, dropped
in plentifully. Also a newly married
couple who had previously been much
discussed. The bridegroom was of an
cient family, and-horror Of horrors,-
the bride was but bourgeoise, and very
shy OF the fire of critical eyes directed
toward her, despite her smart new
clothes. At $50 came dinner and two
guests. OF course they were cousins,
but, for all that, some of the best wines
were brought out. Port and sherry are
served with rice soup. claret with the
rest OF the repast. We have over
roasted beef, carved after the abom-
Unable Dutch fashion, by which the
carver whites the meat away in
chips. We have carrots in an exquisite
cream sauce; curry a la Hollandaise,
with the rice In a pulp. Next irrele-
vanity comes a delicious mayonnaise
Of salmon, and, finally. sugary pud-
dings and a handsome dessert of fine
fruit At this stage the Rhine wines
make their appearance. Mynheer calls
toast after toast in old Rudesheim: nor
does he neglect to pres- his choice
liquors. Heads are strong IN Holland;
even the ladies sip their tiny glasses
OF "Parfait Amour" The best china
was used on this occasion-rare old
Delft, valued at 20 and 80 forms each
piece. We did not linger for coffee.
but put on our hats and got into the
big, old-fashioned carriage that took
us to Het den Bosch: IN other words
10 the very beautiful beech woods that
surround The Hague. where the spa
slous buildings belonging to the White
club made an agreeable rendezvous for
the gay world Of the capital The
night was fine and warm, and. won
ssrful to relate. not at all damp. The
band of grenadiers was playing the
pretty music of the Dame Blanche"
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