Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1902-04-26

her voice was too much for Max. who
snickered outright
"You may laugh if you want to-"
said the confident cook; but you are
to have good dinner tonight. mean
to devote the afternoon to COOKING it."
Mrs. Braddock, in the pustle of de-
parture had no time for culinary in
structions; but it is doubtful if Linden,
in her exalted frame RI mind, would
have profited by anything of the
kind.
The coast was clear at last. Linden
with a businesslike air, put on huge
apron and started to inspect her do
main.
There was meat in the ice-box. Lin
den eyed it at first with satisfaction,
but the feeling gradually gave place
to doubt
It's either mutton, veal, beef or
pork, but there doesn't seem to be any
distinguishing feature said Linden,
touching it gingerly with one finger.
Il should think the butcher would
label it. However, it doesn't matter
particularly. I'll just read up the di-
rections for cooking all four, and
choose the easiest way. Here's the
book. Make a dressing'-Well, it
isn't veal, at any rate, for there isn't
any place in it to put dressing. Basic
well-Now what does that mean? Oh,
L know; they sew it up in cloth. Put
an apple in the mouth'-Oh, that's for
whole pig. Pshaw! This cook
book isn't any good! I'll just cook the
th1ng-whateve it is-in the oven the
way Hannah does"
So Linden slid "the thing which
happened to be a leg of mutton, from
its plate into roasting pan, and car
ried it to the oven.
Why" exclaimed the astonished
cook, there isn't any fire in the stove.
It's good thing there's plenty of
time"
1t was good thing, too, that there
was plenty of kindling, or the fire
might never have started. Some un-
washed sweet and white potatoes fol-
lowed the meat into the oven.
L should have something cooking
on top of the stove" said Linden, look
Ing around with a pexplexed air.
Hannah always does. Oh, coffee, of
course! I think I'll make jelly of
these cranberries.'
"There!" she said, some time later.
who says I can't cook? Now I'll
set the table"
Linden fingered lovingly over the
task of setting the table. It really
looked so well that no one-least of
all Underworld have suspected that
the salt, tablespoons, carving-knife
and napkins were missing. When she
returned to the kitchen she found that
the fire had taken advantage of her
fire had again gone out.
Linden rebuilt it cheerfully, adding
a solitary stick of hardwood to the
kindling. Then she went to the gar
den, where she gathered some flowers
tor the table and bunch of parsley.
When she returned to the kitchen the
fire had again gone out
The cook gave a gasp of astonish-
ment, not unmixed with dismay Then,
with an anxious glance at the clock,
she rekindled the fire
"a whole hour!" said Linden. with
sigh Of relief. Surely that will be
time enough. l never could see how
Hannah could keep so busy with so
little to do. She gets herself so I'M
necessarily mussy, too"
indian OIL 1,
reflection in the little mirror over the
sink, and was surprised to discover
a black streak down one side of her
nose. She washed her face and hands,
and then turned to inspect the fire. 1t
was out.
This said Linden, lis an abomin-
able stove!'
She devoted fifteen minutes to the
rolling of a single butter-ball. She
dropped it four times and the grooved
butter-boards became sticky and would
not work. The completed ball was
grimy in appearance and anything
but round. Linden consigned it to the
stove and decided that plain butter
was good enough for the Braddocks.
Even the cutting of the bread present
ed hitherto unsupported difficulties.
Hello, the cook" cried hearty
voice from the hallway, nearly an hour
later. "Hows the dinner"
Almost ready" said Linden, who
had just emptied her first decidedly
unsuccessful attempt at gravy over the
back fence.
What's happened here?" asked
Max. coming in at the back door. 1T
looks as if you had murdered some
body in the kitchen, dragged the body
through the shed and buried it in the
back yard"
That's cranberry jelly" explained
Linden, crawling behind the stove to
rescue fugitive potato. Il wish you'd
go out of the kitchen, and stay out,
till dinners ready. l can't cook with
boys around
At last the dinner was on the table