The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1903-09-25

Presently he had to go out into .thH
g~cullery to fetch his slippers, a thing sthaS
his wife had always hitherto done And
when he retired to rest that night he'
was in a decidedly dissatisfied frame OF
mind.
Much the same sort Of thing happened
the next evening and the evening after
that, though, Mrs. Sylvester has since
said, it was as much as she could do to
refrain from departing from the counsel
of the council and making Hugh sit down
while she waited and fused over f.im.
but. luckily, she persevered. On tho
Thursday night. though, came the CROWN
ing stroke of all.
When MI. Sylvester reached home no
found a note stating that his wife had
! gone shopping with Mrs. Cheesborough~
and would not be back until about 8
o'clock.
TIL note went on to say that there was
some steak in the larder, and the potatoes
and greens were all ready for boiling On
the gas stove. Mr.. Sylvester was abso-
lutely dumbfounded; such a thing haG
never happened before. But still, there
was only one thing to do, so he got to-
work.
How to be happy though married." he
groaned, as he hoped round the kitchen
on one foot-the other having unfortu-
nately got In the way of the frying pan
which he had upset; he had also burnt htA
fingers IN his attempt to save 1t.
But he eventually got the steak in the
frying pan. and lit the gas under It. Then
it occurred to him that he had seen his
wife put grease into the frying pan when
she was cooking. Whereupon he Skin
misfled for grease.
After some trouble he found a cup
standing on a shelf in the larder, which
he bounced upon. ?
Hal The very thing!" he cried. '.I'm
1 sure lara is ErplSV
Then he placed a large portion in, with
the steak, and turned the gas on full un-E
der the meat and vegetables.
The meat smelt very peculiar as 1t was
cooking, and while Mr.. Sylvester rushed
to the door to answer a tradesTnan, the
steak became a glorious black color. How
ever, he placed it on a hot plate III the
oven to keep warm while the vegetables,
cooked.
Presently he came to the conclusion,
that they had cooked long enough, and
removed both sancepans into the sculleryi
Here ne attempted to pour the water of,
with the result that half went up his
sleeve, and, with an agonizing yell. he
dropped the whole affair.
Potatoes flew everywhere; Mr.. Sylvester,
spoke f1uently. However, he collected as
many as he possibly could, and placed
them with the steak and cabbage.
Reckon the drains must be -out of or
der" he Eauttered, as he carried his din
ner into the dining room. F.,
He arrayed himself at the table and set
to work on the food before him with
much gusto. Suddenly he gave vent to an
exclamation Of disgust, then he groanedf
and vwanted to die.
Slowly he staggered to the armchair
and fell into 1t, all the time moaning in
an agonizing manne
In the midst his wife entered ana
gazed at him in terrified surprise. Then
she rushed across to him.
"Hugh!' she cried. whatever Is the!
matter?"t
Feebly he pointed to the dinner and
groaned out:
1--WE been poisoned, Madge. Oh, lei, me
die in peacer
what do you mean. Hugh?" she asked
In concerned tones. Then she commenced
to sniff, and cried:
"Whatever have you been doing with
beeswax Hugh1"
"Beeswax?" he moaned. "When?"
Then she suddenly glanced at his plate
and saw that the gravy, now nearly cold.
was fast setting In a white mass. Then;
she bent and smelt 1t.
"Why,"sshe cried, you've got beeswax-
ihere."
That's lard!" he feebly demonstrated
81 got 1t out of the cupboard"
what, from a cup7" questioned his
wife.
why, that was beeswax," she cried
"Oh!"
With a Shrek Of dismay he rushed from
1.-THE room, and about half an hour after
tward returned, very pale and white, but
quite we'll again. His appearance so up
set Madge that the councils counsel was
quite forgotten; but then, Of course, he
was an invalid that night.
However, Happened to call round there
not long ago., and surprised Sylvester t.
the act of bringing up more coal, and he
was whistling over 1t, too. And no longer
Is Madge simply Mr.. Sylpester's wife, nor
does MIR. Sylvester still imagine himself
la little tin god. but they are one Of the
happiest couple I know.