Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1907-05-16

IL not appreciated, Good day,
For an hour he tramped aimlessly.
his mind full Of plans by which TO de-
feat his recent obstructionist. aud
that night he slept little. He rose
early and set on In the direction Of
the seminary and. when he returned,
towards noon. he wore the expression
OF one who has solved a perplexing
problem. The company was TO close
its season on the coming Saturday
and now Wayne announced his wish
to finish his work on Wednesday.
Il don't like 10 let you 60" pleaded
the manager, but Wayne insisted and
he had his way.
For Miss Hard Wednesday brought
two distinct annoyanees: In the first
place. Miss Porter wished to attend
the matinee. and. when permission
was refused. she said something point.
ed, In the second place. Adolph. the
chef. suddenly resigned. At this Miss
Hard announced sick headache, and.
after sending advertisements TO the
papers for another cook. retired to her
room.
The next morning. after q memoir
able breakfast. prepared by the laun.
dress and second girl. Miss Hard al.
most smiled when the maid an
nounced that man had applied for
the position OF chef.
"Show him In" she commanded. and
a moment later he stood before her.
tall and swarthy. with a small black
mustache and imperial. "A French.
mani" she exclaimed to herself and II
struck her that a ''chef de cuisine"
straight from Paris would add to the
sum OF the schools attractions.
Your name?" she asked.
Emile Sardou." he replied with
kingly bow.
''Sardou! You are not related to
the great dramatist?"
"oui, oui. madame; he ees my grand.
father"
Miss Hard gazed at him almost with
reverence. She was thinking how she
would point out her chef to visitors as
the grandchild of genius.
"You are good cook. a good chef?
You understand II all?"
"Oui. oui, madame" He let fly
volley of assurances. Il cook any
ting. anything at all. Eet ees deleeci.
GUS"
you can make pies?"
He rolled his eyes ecstatically.
"Ah, madame, eet ees re pattie Eat
| make more best zan ALL All, re
pattie, he shall be SO grand. so beau
tiful, so-what you call-so magnif-
ique." After this outburst Miss Hard
lost no time in securing Monsieur Sar-
dou.
At lunch there was a dearth of eat.
ables but Miss Hard reflected that
Monsieur Sardou had scarcely had
time to prepare anything. At dinner
the roast was burned and the coffee
weak enough for nursery but she
made allowances and carved deeper.
He talked French when they asked
him about himself, yet, when he
burned his hand he swore in perfect
English; and he seemed possessed to
leave the kitchen and wander through
the halls. The "magnifique' pastries
came and went uneaten, for they were
unspeakable, and then Monsieur Sar-
dou blamed the range. Zen my coun-
tree" he told Miss Hard. "eet ees not
so. l must have re brick oven"
Thenceforth all pastries were pur-
chased from the bakery.
So for a week Monsieur Sardou
reigned, amid smoke and culinary
calamities unnumbered; then he de-
parted, and, about the same time,
Miss Porter disappeared. Three days
later Miss Hard sat in the library
reading this letter:
my Dear Miss Hard-Forgive me
for causing you dyspepsia; but, really,
it was all your fault. When you re-
fused my frank request | was obliged
to fall back upon my art and l next
appeared to you in one Of my favorite
Observation-Disclosures. 1t seems that
| am a much better actor than cook.
but | intend to abandon both occupa-
tons and go into business now that I
have found the best girl in the world
for a wife, and, as Beaucaire says at
the close Of the play, her name is
the sweetest name in all the world
! just Mary. Robert Wayne"
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