The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1904-07-23


selves But, on the third evening, the
girls heard masculine voice calling up
thru tho dulnb-waiter to the maid on the
third floor.
''You do not come down els day." said
the reproachful voice, in accents French.
you are offend? Yes? and am desole."
Nancy dropped her soupspoon and lis
tened shamelessly.
But it was Messing. did not mean
to tffend. the voice said.
!. "Takc shame to yersilf for kissin' q
GIL without sayin by your leave"
1T would be a more shame to ask for
re leave, is it not?"
Nancy arose with a CLEAN Of battle in
her eye.
where 1 reason with the chef. Something
tells me that he will be amenable to rea-
son, if rightly approached"
A moment later the upgaZing French
man saw between him and the offended
Irish maid a vision that made even his
white cap CULVER. A fluff Of golden brown
hair, sparkling gray eyes, flushed cheeks,
dtmples, smile that would thaw a Teu-
ton-what could French1nan do?
You are the chef?" asked a voice that
would stir the soul Of a clam.
eyes, mademoiselle," stammered the
daZed Frenchman.
If that voice had told him he was a
mitted the soft Impeachment without a
protest
'I've wanted SO much to speak to you,'
cooed the vision "You see am one of
the young ladies who have taken Mrs.
Blanks apartment for little while. We
are just doing it for fun while our people
are away, and we haven't any maid and
we've arranged to take only a part Of the
menu, but things haven't been quite nice,
you know"
"Ah, mademoiselle!" with anguish in
the tone.
"oh, it isn't your fault. Things
are deliciously cooked. That pate last
night Such another was never made
outside of Paris, but you see things come
UP cold, and they aren't daintily served
and the menu isn't sent up for us to
choose from. I thought you would make
1t all right, and now that I've seen you
I'm quite sure you will"
But, mademoiselle, eet ees my privt-
lege. I am unhappy to the heart Eat it
has SO happened go to change it all.
A1phonse shall arrange. I shall overlook
eet myself
You are SO very good" murmured the
vision.
''Mademoiselle, it is you who are good,
to gif me re happiness to serve you"
| A whistle blew in the kitchen. The
whitecapped head disappeared. Nancy
went back to her soup
Priscilla" she said, meditatively,
something tells me that the next course
| will be hot"
| It was.
The next morning when Nancy whistled
| down for breakfast the chef answered
| Good morning, mademoiselle. You
have slept WELL ees eet not? I will send
| re dejeuner at once
| The breakfast tray came up thing Of
beauty. Toast and mullins came with
the rolls, the eggs were apotheosized In
mushroom ornelet, the cream pitcher
had multiplied its size by two, and a pot
of marmalade made it's debut
| PRISCILLA" said Nancy as she eyed the
tray, reason is a wonderful thing, and ii
! Is unquest1onably better developed in the
masculine mind than in the feminine ]
I have always noticed that in my expert
ence. We women have intuition, but
when I must appeal to reason give me a
man to deal with. Did you every study
psychology, Priscilla? Experimental psy-
chology should be a part of every girls
| education. It broadens her scope It will
stand by her when French and music
fail her"
She moved her napkin impressively
Priscilla looked mildly speculative. When
Nancy becomes didactic she is most -edi.
flying.
STILL she added musingly, few mo.
ments later, there may be emergencies
in life in which a knowledge of col1oquia
French Is not to be despised.''
That night when she looked down al
| the fmpressionable chef and asked
I for the menu, she spoke to him in his
own language, spoke soft Partisan French
with only an adorable little struggle over
the RS to hint at her being an alien.
"Quelle ange." murmured the democrat.
ized Frenchman.
"It is always we'll, Priscilla, to give 8
fellow human being simple pleasure wher
one can" said Nancy later 'And then
presumably, the Irish girls at the other
dumb waiter slides do not understand the
language Of Ia belle France. What q boor
education is to woman! Shall we have
oysters ard fish and roast, or soup an6
entree end dessert, or salad and roas,
and fruit? This rule Of three is crazina
my poor BRAIN"
The dinner came up. It began witt
oysters and when the roast had been dis.
cussed the girls proceeded to clear UP the
table. The waiter whistle sounded Nancy
opened the slide. silver dish Of chest
nut and lettuce sala1 confronted her,
'.Eet ees after ze facon Of ze Cafe An
gIais," said voice from the lower re-
gions.
"Deliciorsl'' gr,aled Nancy.
/ Hut when the salad was finished there
came another whistle, and a wonderful
I strawberry cream dawned upon the sec
ond floor back. The girls looked at eact
other. There was guilt on Naney's coun.
Etenance. Priscilla wore a severe expires.
sion.
"You don't SUPPOSE he is going to kee1
It UP. do youf' demanded Priscilla, stern.
lily.
i "Oh. no, Of course not. He's merely
trying to make up for past indignities ant
save the reputation Of the Kitchen SAID
4 Nancy. with O. cheerful innocence tina
| seemed almost too perfect.