The Farmville herald. [volume] (Farmville, Va.) 1890-1934, 1899-09-15

mic talking over old times and heard /
him invite half a dozen or so of them up I
20 dinner. Did he send you word?"
80. we know they're coming" she
answered Loyalty. though She had just .
heard of it, and the finest expert could /
not have detected that her smile was .
counterfeit. She was in the kitchen +
before her informant had gone q block /
She impaired her enthusiasm 10 the I
girl and the whole culinary department F.
ratified with activity. Ii was hot, but /.
a full head Of gas was turned on in I.
the big range and there was O cooking T.
utensil in commission wherever there /
was room for one. Tribute was oxacted |
from an the people who were in reach. |
baskets and brown paper being used
in the delivery of plunder Two or
three women Of the ueighborhood were
enlisted as assistants, and the hilarity
maintained through such q stress OF
work was something 10 bo wondered NJ.
A little later four young girls in wash
dresses and becoming aprons put in an
appearance and one of the women de-
voted her entire time drilling these
young recruits 20 wait ON the table
without staggering.
Jones and his friends arrived with the
noise of a team of horses clattering
over the front porch. "Whew.' be be-
oon ne soon rs he had introduced his
wife and could get her 10y herself
"what's the matter here? It smells
like a pickle factory with half dozen
Unmarried odors thrown I'm. It's some
.hiro horrible. An oil refinery and a
tannerv I'm tbe neirhborbood would be
q decided Improvement. ANYBODY been
burning Junk or garbage? What in
creation is ftp"
"Oh. why didn't you tell me. dear,
that you would bring company to din
ner?' and there was world of troubled
solicitule in The face Of the dcmure
little Mrs. Jones. "But Wen get
through with it. 1t happens that we
/ have 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 few other foreign dainties
thrown III.
"Dut the house reeks with garlic
+ and
THAT'S Spanish, you know, dear.
I They're oll old chums OF yours. aren't
F they, Jones? 1t will be lark for them
It's the pot roast that gives forth me
yariogatcd and pungent aroma. II is
"a regular vegetable bouquet, and IL you
and your friends are al all anailucal
you could name most OF 'ne iNsieu-
tents. There are onions turnips' car
rots. caboage-red cabbage dear
rutabegas-
Thunder! Abbreyiaie oy teliing me
what there isn'tinit- told them they d
have 20 take pot luck but iot io"s''
It's enough 20 drive them out OF the
house on the dead run. What hino OF
meat have you Win 'nis "s'''O'' ''' Cd
medlcy?'
"Don't be cross, dear. know that
it's beef, but / can't make out just
what part. and then we nave ie"
German meats. If you had only sent
me word! But we must make the best
of It now"
Jones eroaned and nearly fell of
lis chair with surprise when the young
ladies filed in to act as walters. His
companions also looked perpleXed and
recognized a distinct jar in the domes-
tic machinery. Jones swore in loud
whisper when the round-faced girl
from three doors below asked the gen
tlemcn whether they would prefer
ropocn brod or pumpernickeL The
others were dozed and stammerod as
assurance that they hau no cnoloo'
The fearfully and wonderfully con-
structed pot roast lost none Of its
frarrance bv 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
inc.
The guests made a gallant bluff at
,roincrXurst. cervclet wurst. hppered
herring dodqcd the limburgcr which
- 5,oiorod wiz. savage emphasis
go rclief from ~ denominations Of
ro o+ber odors. took kuchen on faith
and came I'm unanimously on Elm beer.
Iitne Mrs. Jones had futtered about,
cbattering merrily and trying to ami
mate her gues's' D"' .-.is..+od - ,,st he
as n craven ill"s0 e-..1..,l l,o.