Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1900-08-11
4 CULINARY QUEEN

luminary which then shed its soft beams
over their lives could know no setting:
that the clouds had vanished out of their
sky never to return.
But. alas! the honeymoon, like all ter
restrial orbs, is doomed to wax and wane
and sink below the horizon OF matrimoni-
al cares, and cloud appeared on the sky
of connubia bliss which increased in di-
mansions and density every day. The
disturbance was not anything unusual or
startling. but was as direful in it's import
as more tragic troubles.
The fact of the matter is this: Dorothy
could not cOok-not little bit. Like too
many of the girls of the present period,
she was educated in anything and every
thing but the one thing needful to a
housekceper whose husband is clerk in
a Chicago department store. Their small
tyeroOm fiat was full to overlooking with
trophies of her skill in embroidery, drawn
work, china and other painting. She was
musical, literary and artistic in her tastes.
hut when it came to culinary art. alas,
she was not in it, and they could not at
ford to keep a cook.
Dorothy awokc from her dream of bliss
to a realizing sense of her deficiencies
She discovered that burnt steak, muddy
coffee, soggy biscuit ana dried-up roasts
We're not exactly the right sort of fuel
with which TO feed the Pickering flame OF
domestic love. Philip was too much of a
gentleman to indulge in unkind or sarcas-
tic speeches to the bride of a few months,
bat he lost his bright spirits. became very
serious and pre0ccupied in his manner.
lost his appetite, and, horrors! began to
get thin.
Dorothy became anxious and worried
him nearly to death with her solictude
When, one morning he announced to her
that his firm desired him to go to New
York to buy goods for his department
she actually reioiced. though it would
take him from her for time, saying:
Il am glad, Phil, dear; the change will
do you good. l can stay with Aunt
Sarah, you know, while you are away"
She packed his valise and went down
TO see him off. AS the train steamed out
of the depot she met Tom Collier, u
bachelor friend OF her husbands, who
accosted her with
Why, Mrs. Marston, grad to see you,
Phil off to New York. eh?'
Yes, Mr.. Collier" said Dolly, trying
to get rid of the tears that would come
in spite of her; lit is the first time we
have been separated since our marriage"
Too bad" responded Tom, with ready
sympathy; you'll miss him awfully. |
will, too, at breakfast time" and he
laughed.
Breakfast" gasped Dorothy, wonder
ingly.
Yes replied Tom, didn't you know :?
Good place, the Saratoga. First time |
came across Phil there blamed il he
didn't look as guilty as if he had stolen
something. Said you were not strong
and there was no use your botherlng
about getting breakfast
Dollie was stricken dumb. She al
lowed Tom to place her on car, did not
notice when he took his leave, and re-
turned to her fat in a dropping and wit
ed condition.
Not strong" she repeated to herself,
and Phil knows it" He could not eat
what she cooked for him. that was all
She could not blame him; she did not
like it herself, and now there was this
dreadful secret between them. What
was she to do?
She put her fiat in order, locked the
doors and betook herself to her aunt's
house, which was a few blocks away. A
few questions from her aunt, who no
ticed her troubled eyes, brought the whole
matter to light.
''Oh. Aunt Sarah. am so miserable"
Sobbed Dorothy, and we were so happy.
What shall / dO?''
''Do?" cried Aunt Sarah, energetically,
Why. learn TO cook, that's all
But where, and how?" asked Dorothy,
bewildered
Here" said her aunt. you say Phil
~ will be away three weeks. A great
deal can be done in that time If you are
willing to do the cooking for my large
family under my direction. Just see if we
don't give my fastidious gentleman sur
prise when he comes home"
Dorothy frightened Immediately. gave
her aunt hug and declared herself
ready to begin,
On the afternoon of Philips arrival, a
BUSY little figure in Bingham apron fit
ted through the rooms on household du-
ties intent Philip would not get home
until o'clock in the evening. She had
planned good plain dinner with a few
klckshaws as a treat. Every article was
of her own cooking, and she felt as proud
as queen. Her bread had turned out
beautifully white and spongy, and baked
beautiful brown. Philip was so fond
Of homemade bread-when it was good.
She was so glad the pie was a success;
Philip dotted on apple pie. Then there
was charlotte russo, and a mold Of
lemon Jelly TO 60 with it for dessert.
Everything was ready for the salad, the
dressing made, the lobster prepared and
the lettuce crisp and cool.
She laid the table daintily, getting out
her pretty Haviland china set and her
rev much-prized pieces of cut-glass, in
honoT of Philips return. A pretty cen
ter-piece of her own work, looking as if
'uc udiSlSS ndu DepH ufOppcu on II,
adorned the best tablrcloth. spray of
green geranium leaves and a few pink
carnations were in vase in the center,
ana she made the most of her best nap
kins and s;l~ur.
When she had put on one of her sim
pest but prettiest dresses. it was time
10 put the roast in the oven. fine pOr-
ierhouse, the bone removed and skewered
INTO shape by the butcher She Drowned
II IN some hot butter in the frying pan.
soaring 1t all over to prevent the precious
JuSeS from escaping, then seasoning it
Ven ana adding water for the gravy.
She put it into the oven. carefully watch
ins. and hasting it from time to time un.
~ II was done. She baked the potatoes
i because it was easy and she knew Philip
hked them So
Twenty minutes TO 6 the bell rang.
D2Ily hew to the door. expecting to see
only her liege lord. What was her sur
PRISE to find with him a stranger, whom
ne presented as his cousin. Jack Reyn-
oias- from New York. She had often