River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1899-08-31


ner?" and there was world of troubled
soIicitude in the face of the demure
| little Mrs. Jones. But we'll get
through with it. 1t happens that we
have a real surprise. I've heard you
| tell so often Of the merry Dutch lunches
| you have had down town that / thought
I'd get up something warm in that
line, with a few other foreign dainties
| thrown in.''
But the house reeks with garlic
and
That's Spanish, you know, dear.
They're all old chums of yours. aren't
they, Jones? 1t will be lark for them.
It's the pot roast that gives forth the
yariegated and pungent aroma. II is
ii regular vegetable bouquet. and if you
| and your friends are at all analytical
you could name most of the ingred-
tents. There are onions, turnips, car
rots, endangered cabbage, dear
rutabegas-"
Thunder! Abbreviate by telling me
what there isn't in it. l told them they'd
have TO take pot luck, but a pot roast!
/ It's enough to drive them out of the
house on the dead run. What kind of
meat have you with this agricultural
medley?"
Don't be cross, dear. | know that
| it's beef, but / can't make out just
what part, and then we have few
German meats. If you had only sent
me wordl But we must make the best
of ii now"
Jones groaned and nearly fell off
his chair with surprise when the young
ladies filed in to act as walters. His
companions also looked perplexed and
recognized distinct jar in the domes-
tic machinery. Jones swore in loud
whisper when the round-faced girl
from three doors below asked the gen.
tlemen whether they would prefer
roggcn brod or pumpernickel. The
others were dazed and stammered as
assurance that they had no choice.
The fearfully and wonderfully con-
structed pot roast lost none of its
fragrance by being loaded on the indi-
vidual plates, and as no one liked all
the concomitants there was an osten-
tatious pretense with scarcely any eat
ing.
The guests made a gallant bluff at
weinervurst, cervelet wurst, kippered
herring, lodged the limburger, which
Jones declared with savage emphasis
was a relief from the denominations of
the other odors, took kuchen on faith
and came in unanimously on Elm beer.
Little Mrs. Jones had futtered about,
ehattering merrily and trying to ami
mate her guests, but Jones was as grim
as a craven image, intimated that he
would have the house fumigated be-
fore he slept in it and finally so far lost
self-restraint as to want to bet his wife
ten millions of dollars that it was all
a put-up job. She only smiled angelic
ally and said she was afraid Jones had
lost his appetite because of the hot
weather.
There was suppressed period OF
scattered and hating conversation
after the meal and the guests left as
soon as they decently could do so
Jones could muster no language equal
to his anger, so he jerled chair where
he usually lifted one, kicked things out
of his way, slammed doors nd growled
without deiening to specify what he
was growing at. The next morning
he dictated blank form to his type
writer and told her to run off 200 or
300 of them. One of these forms will
be filled out and sent in hurry when
ever Jones going to have anyone with
him for dinner.-Detroit Free Press.