Omaha daily bee., 1899-12-17

OMAHA, Dec. 16.--Eleanor Dear: Where
do you suppose | am writing to you? In
the Kitchen. with your humble servant
swinging her feet from the kitchen table
don't be shocked) with Jack to entertain
and Mary Jane nearly crazy from the mss
which she is pleased to term my cooking.
And II all came out Of bet-wager, mean.
The other night when we were enjoying
the dellcacles OF Mrs. Gallagher's dinner
Jack whispered to me that he knew 1t was
an art to cook such cake at which tossed
my head and informed His Ignorance that
all one needed was a cookbook the ingre
dents, a cook stove, with little spice OF
common sense, and behold, cake was the
result. Well, he is from Missouri. So I
am to win five pounds of Allegrettis thave
one, my dear), and Jack is here to see that
Mary Jane does not so much as stir her
finger to help. AS if needed help! l am
making sunshine cake one OF those puffy,
yellow affairs, you know, and Jack is to cat
it. Poor Jack! But just so he doesn't take
1t for a carriage step or tombstone, the way
those horrid newspaper stories read, | shall
not care what he says.
II am so busy with Christmas presents.
If 1t were not for the men 1t wouldn't be
so bad. But what can you get for them
that they Will appreciate, l wonder. If you
spend hours and hours making a beautiful
glove holder or embroidering handkerchiefs,
1t really doesn't appeal to them. Why, Jack
actually told me last Christmas that it would
have been much cheaper to have bought
the holder ready made. The migrate! All
this Ruth Ashmores Talks to Girls about
our little personality being worked into our
gifts Is all bosh. l wonder If Ruth really
wasn't on old maid, or where do you sup
tt,,1, lal Afn ,1N,,,I
though, candldly, I'd hate a man who went
home precisely at 10, who bid me a very
good evening and talked me to death about
laws and principles Anyway, Ruths dead
now and Jack can stay five minutes past 10. |
There is SO little astir this week. There |
was Mrs. Cornishs dinner, of course, which |
was just as successful as all her entertain- !
ments prove to be- The Chatting Dish club |
has started again. You know il was one Of |
the mcst popular clubs last year and it is |
fun. You just show off your culinary art in |
the daintiest gowns and in the midst of the |
most charming-oh, the cake! I'm the |
envy of mamma and Mary Jane and Jack |
why, Jack looks at me with open-eyed ad- |
mraton. There, have placed its beautiful |
form just in front of me as l write. Don't |
tell me a cook book and common
why, Eleanor the cake! (two hours late).
/ wasn't born TO COOK, anyway, though pos |
sibly sunshine cake is supposed to bob up
serenely and then fatten out like a pan
cake. IT isn't as thick as my little finger
and II stood mountains high. If only Jack
but what do you suppose? oh. well, l wasn't
born to cook. as l said before.
Perhaps l am a gossip monger. Anyway
the story is too good to waste it's sweet
ness on the desert air. The Apollo is the
hero, pretty little visiting girl, the heroine.
He wished her to enjoy THE Christian"
with him. To make him happy, she ac-
cepted. With Friday night came that ever
lasting rain Now. Apollo should have hired
carriage. but he had promised to spend
a half hour with her before the play and
as hack hire comes high, he decided to tele-
phone for one when they were ready to
start. Solomon, in all his glory, vas not
arrayed like Apollo. He fairly beamed on
the conductor as he paid his fare, and with
the blood of Greek athlete, surging through
his veins, he swung from the moving car
into puddle of water. Apollo beamed no
more, his temper was ruffed. but he hie1
himself to the nearest pump, where he might
wash and be clean, while the gentle zephyrs
played ball with his hat He made his
way to the house where she was to have
spent the day. OF course, 1t was the wrong
house and paterfamilas wondered what
Apollo could want of his little 6-year-old
daughter, cousin of hers by the way. Pater-
famlias explained that the little tot had
lust gone to bed but-'gone to bed' and
he was to have taken her to the theater
Apollo's temper became both puckered and