The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1898-02-27
sPoILINe OF A GOOD COOK.

Nora Wac Porrection-she's GoIBE TO he q
Model. ana tho wilson's Ar" GrievinE.
A family has lost a good cook, in order that an
artist might gain q good model; and all house.
Keepers will agree that that's a pity.
Nora came to America three years ago, and,
In the natural course of events and employment
agencies, settled down in the Wilson household.
She is an Irish beauty of the sort rarely met out
OF novels; and, in addition to having glorious
auburn hair. wonderful eyes, a radiant COM
plexion. and a figure FOR which no simile will do
save the overworked Hebe. she had tho dispo-
sition of q cherub. She didn't know much about
cooking; but, as Mrs. Wilson wisely remarked,
one can't expect to get everything. Mr.. Wilson
agreed with her; but. having some wisdom of
his own, he didn't rhapsodize over the new
servants beauty.
The girl did all the work Of the house and had
a general air OF crying for more. She learned to
cook as easily AS a duck learns to swim, and she
loved dinners and begged Mrs. Wilson to give
luncheons and teas. Morning and evening
peans OF praise went up from the family. At
first they were a trfe uneasy.
1T can't last, " said Mr.. Wilson.
She's SO pretty she'll get married just when
she has reached absolute perfection" sighed
Mrs. Wilson.
But their fears didn't materialize. Nora grew
Y oho oSttSis aiio Nv bleuOlNbtlN WILnStOOQ
the wiles Of butchers. bakers, milkmen, and po-
licemen, who went down before her. At last
the Wilson's began to breathe easily and to be-
lieve that they were of the elect and that life
was to be. for them, 4 blissful experience. Then,
out of a clear sky. the lightning came.
One Afternoon Nora put on a new blue dress
and started downtown. Whom she came back
there was a change In her. She was cold and
naughty. She condescended to the roast and
potatoes. She tolerated Mr.. and Mrs. Wilson at
dinner time, and she didn't appear sympathetic
over the breakfast menu.
Something's happened to Nora" said Mrs.
Wilson, fearfully.
The next day It all came out.
II was a-walkin' along the sthreet, a.thinkin'
Of nothin' at.all ~at.all." said Nora. when ND
comes a lady wild a funny bonnet, and she SEE,
seq she:
Mora Flanohan. sez I, polite.
I'm a,sookIn fer the Wilson's VIII s SEE I.
hurt 4R her, fha and ss sSs Pq ses. h e9b, eyes as if 'omethin'
II looked at her. inguirin' like.
An wild that head T. SEE she.
I'm not afther denyin' that l uses me head
In Il, seq to her, wild me temper up.
ye " So Saas ses lfinFbb Be yS sp Tns she v see e l 81 %5s;po' an
MI; Reilly, the policeman, has ofthen tould
Now I'm an artist the lady goes on. AN
yore too good for cookin'. Anybody as beauti.
full as you ought to have a sowI above that.
You could help artists paint beautiful pictures,
and make lots more money. too
"IwuZ interested In that, an she tould me to
come wild her, We went up to a room all win
dows but with shades over thin all. an rags
hanging up around the wall. and such messes OF
stuff all ovor that ! cud hardly kape from rollin'
up me sleeves and claiming thin out. The lady
she luks at me. and then she walks around
and luks at me some more. an then she SEE:
You come poze for me an I'll get Inc friends to
have .ye, an yell make tin dollars a week any
way
".Pozel Phwat's that T. SEE l..
lures of ye.'
"'Howly Saint PATRICK. SEE I, being sur.
prised anybody wud pay so much for that.
,,"'Oh: not the altogether she SEE. suddint
IKE. an suppose she names it won't be alto
gether aisy loike. But I'm goin'. Missis Wilson,
al, III be glad when ye get another gurl.'
Mrs. Wilson labored in vain. Nora would
listen to reason or warning. Tho artist had
convinced her that she had n higher mission and
she scorned the kitchen. though she does the
work faithfully while waiting for another girl.
On Monday Mrs. Wilson went into the laun.
dry. There was Nora bending over the tub in q
cloud OF steam-her hair curling around her face,
her cheeks glowing, her sleeves rolled away
from her splendid Arms-a vision of beauty. She
took n white p%etticoat and gave 1t a VICIOUS snap
In the mir which sent the ~soapsuds flying.
"Wurkin' lo!kc this. an me an artists model!'
she said rcsentfully.