News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1905-08-30
From Friday
" HUI BY Mrs.
NE WILSON
VAUllGCV WOODROW
Copyright, 1894, by Mrs. Wilson Woodrow
FRIDAY.

very satisfying. A new house
with all of the most modern
appointments, it yet appeared
old and rambling. Even a higher
critic of architecture would scarcely
have doubted that it's various wings
had been added by successive genera
tons. Before it sloped an emerald
lawn, behind it bloomed beds of bright
flowers and beyond them thrived a
kitchen garden with its currants and
blackberries, it's mint and anise and
cumin." 1t was this charming scene
that the kitchen windows overlooked,
and it was in one or the other of them
that the cook might usually be seen
beating eggs or whipping cream or
chopping something in a vigorous man
ner and with highly satisfactory re-
suits.
John TelfOrd, the editor of Wharn-
toms Monthly, and Louis Waterman,
who was in the way of being famous
novelist, strobe across the fields to-
gether and came toward the house
through the kitchen garden and the
flower beds.
Magnificent fishingr' said Water
man enthusiastically, ewing his tro-
plies, the result of an afternoons ang-
ling. 81 suppose you put in all of your
time this way when you are DOWN."
"No," replied John laconically.
"Whlt 90 you do thenT
"Oh. loiter about the grounds usual
ly," returned his companion evasively.
Louis Waterman suddenly came to a
dead stop. "Who is that young wom-
an sitting in the kitchen Window
"That," said John Telford unwilling
ly, sis our cook"
you're crazy" with the candor of
true friendship. "You do not see the
one | mean. / am referring to slight
girl with dark hair who is sitting in
the right hand window"
That" replied John, with the dog
ged, imperturbable calmness of one
who states Il fact which will not re
ccive credence, sis our cook"
"Nonsensew testify. Cooks are fat
and red faced"
"Some cooks are" said John. "Ours,
as you see, is not"
"But what-why''- stammered Wa.
terman.
Really 1 cannot give you the de-
tails of her private history" answered
John coldly. "NIy mother could prob
ably show you her references if you
desire to see them. Hurry We have
but ten minutes to dress for dinner"
This salad" said old General Tren-
ton an hour later as they sat about
the table sis remarkable, very-suave,
subtle, yet piquant. 1t must have been
blended by a master hand"
Really, generalY' said Mrs. Telford,
Johns mother, plaintively, She had
reached the age when the charm of
baby face and appealing blue eyes
was somewhat obscured in flesh, but
she still cooed and depended and
twined, figuratively speaking, around
any adjacent oak.
MADAM" cried Trenton, glowering
at her from under his heavy brows,
"this salad shows temperament In
fact, these few days l have been here
have been a revelation to me. Your
cook is a genius, madam; a genius
Too daring perhaps in some of his con-
captions. but always successful A
man. of course. No woman could
show such creative genius"
"She is a woman-a mere igirl-and
lady, ridiculous as it may sound" said
Mrs. Telford in fretful triumph. "She
belongs to one of those old, impover-
shed southern families, and after her
parents died. leaving her i'll provided
for, she came to New York and at
tempted to live by her pen. The eX-