Arizona weekly journal-miner., 1900-01-03

a friend of the family as he was pass ing. Lot of fellows he used to know l in the east are here with the Christian
 Endeavorers. They are having pie
 nic talking over old times, and heard him invite half dozen or SO of them up to dinner. Did he send you word ?"
 70, 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 block | She imparted her enthusiasm to the | girl and the whole culinary department rattled with activity. It was hot, but a full head of gas was turned on in the big range and there was a cooking utensil in commission wherever there was room for one. Tribute was exacted from all the people who were in reach. baskets and brown paper being used in the delivery of plunder. Two or three women of the neighborhood were enlisted as assistants, and the hilarity maintained through such a stress of work was something to be wondered at. 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 to 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!" he be- gan, as soon as he had introduced his wife and could get her by herself. whats the matter here? It smells
 like pickle factory with half dozen | imported odors thrown in. It's some | thing horrible An oil refinery and 3 tannery in the neighborhood would be a decided improvement Anybody been burning junk or garbage? What in creation is it?"
 ''Oh, why didn't you tell me, dear, that you would bring company to din ner?" and there was a world of troubled soicitude in the face of the demure little Mrs. Jones' But we'll get through with it. It 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 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? It will be lark for them It's the pot roast that gives forth the variegated and pungent aroma. It is 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, cabbage-red cabbage, dear rutabegas-"
 ''Thunderl Abbreviate by telling me what there isn't init Itold them they'd have to take pot luck, but pot roastl 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, des-. 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
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 Jones groaned and nearly fell oil 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 roggen 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 weinerwurst, cervelet wurst, 6ppered herring, lodged the imburger, which Jones declared with savage emphasis was a relief from the abominations of the other odors, took kuchen on faith and came in unanimously on ein beer.
 Little Mrs. Jones had huttered about, chattering merrily and trying to anil mate her guests, but Jones was as grim as a graven image, intimated that he would have the house fumigated be- fore he slept in it and finally so far lost 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 halting 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 jerked char where be usually lifted one, kicked things out of his way, slammed doors and growled without deigning to specify what he was growing at. The next morning he dictated a blank form to his type writer and told her to run of 200 or 900 of them. One of these forms will De filled out and sent in hurry when ever Jones is going to have anyone with him for dinner.-Detroit Free Press