The Kennewick courier. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1905-1914, 1905-06-02

house this afternoon, ano Jake neI
place."
And your gasped Mrs. Torrance
Il said yes, Of course
Eleanor" cried Lucetta, Il en
scandalized by your conduct! Yes. per
fectly scandalized! You will do moth
ing Of the sort"
Certainly not" said Mrs. Torrance.
developing hysterical symptoms. "
your Cousin Brown intends to insA-*
us"
But he doesn't" pleaded Nelly
"He intended the offer in good faith,
and l accepted it in the same spirit
"You surely do not mean to de-
grade yourself" cried Lucetta, by
turning -cook-for any living man?'
Il don't see," argued Nelly. that it
is any more degrading to cook for
Cousin John that it would be to en-
broider slippers for him, or to read
the newspapers aloud to him Of an
evening"
Eleanor never had any proper
PRIDE" said Mrs. Torrance wringing
| her hands.
"Neverw echoed Lucetta.
and" added Nelly. my cousin
would have every reason to believe me
an impostor if l told him l wanted
work and then refused the offer he
made. 1t will be useless for you to
demonstrate, Lucetta, and l hope man.
ma will not place any obstacles in my
way, for l am quite determined to 60
to Grandover Park this afternoon"
1t was o'clock exactly when Mr..
Brown let himself into his house with
the latch-key which always depended
from his watch-chain. The gas-tet
burned softly behind the rose-colored
| shade in the hall, and the fire clicked
cheerily in the crate Of the parlor be-
yond.
| "Humph" he muttered; "she hasn't
come. Thought SO! There is no such
thing as a practical woman nova
days"
| At the same moment light, white
aproned little figure came out of the
dining-room beyond, and Nelly Tor
RANGES voice uttered the words:
Dinner Is ready, Cousin john"
| The old man smiled. He had a
pleasant expression on his face when
he smiled, and Nelly wondered that
she had not noticed what q handsome
man he was.
"Oh," said he; you did come.
then"
Il always keep my engagements, !"
said Nelly. "Punctuality is the soul
of business, isn't it, Cousin John? At
least, that's what l used to write in
my copy-books."
Mr.. Brown patted her hand as she
helped him with his overcoat.
"YoL are a good GIRL" said he.
| And in his secret mind he determin-
ed to put up with any deficiencies in
the cooking Of a girl who had such ex-
cellent business principles. But to his
infinite amazement there were no de-
ficiencies to overlook. He ate and rel
ished and wondered by turns.
| my DEAR" said he at last, when the
cloth was removed, "all is very nice.
I'll concede you are a tip-top house
keeper. But, Of course, you ordered
all of this from Monerato's restau-
rantY
But of course didn't, Cousin
Brown" said Nelly, decidedly. Il
| cooked It myself"
| Mr.. Brown closed his eyes, and made
hasty calculation. His life had been
worried out Of him. to use a COM
mon expression, by capricious house
keepers, inefficient cooks and untraiE-
ed servants. At last here was a gate
way out Of ELL his tribulatioins.
my dear" he said, Il should like
to have you come and live here"
LAS a cook, Cousin BrownW
mo; as my adopted daughter and
housekeeper. l need some one to take
the helm Of my affairs"
But my mother" hesitated Eleanor
land my sister, Lucetta.''
| LET them come, too, there's plenty
too?''
mo, Cousin Brown" confessed
Nelly.
"Well. perhaps it's Just as WE'LL"
said Mr.. Brown; there can't be more
than one head to the household"
So the Torrance family found a COM
Portable refuge for the soles Of their
feet, and Nelly's despised accomplish
ment proved the sword wherewith she
opened the worlds oyster Lucetta
sighed and wondered why she too had
not taken cooki1e lessons.
"Nelly Is the old mans favorite,"
said She He'll leave her his money
| when he dies. And all because she ac-
cepted the ridiculous offer Of turning
cook Cor living!"
NJ. Brown, however, looked at the
matter in q different light. He said:
"Nely is not like the typical young
lady, 900 lazy to work and too proud,
to beg. She does with her might
whatever her hands find to do."-
Womar!'s Journal.
It Was No Dispute.
While Senator Pettus was strolling