Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1909-11-24
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or a Chateaubriand Pimlico to some
particular guest, while Pettelier nod
ded grudgingly approval.
One day he prepared a dish of his
own contriving, a dish he had set be-
fore his friends many times in his
idle days. Pelletier had a little den
off the kitchen and at Pelletier's din
ner hour Jack sent in the dish with
his compliments. He waited with a
boys eagerness to hear what tEa
great cook would say.
Pelletier did not appear for some
time and the more he delayed the
more Jack hoped. Finally Pelletier
emerged.
"Your dish?" he asked.
eyes, sar," said Jack.
eve will put it on the bill of fare"
said the chef. Jack blushed with
pleasure. So it happened that rasout
d'agneau a la Jack became a popular
dish at the Cafe Pimlico.
Max the waiter had taken a friend
ly interest in Jacks ~endeavors and
favored him from time to time with
the gossip Of the cafe. When any
diners appeared whom Max recog-
nized as Jacks friends he would bring
back word to the kitchen. One night
Max came in somewhat agitated.
miss Sanborn is with a party at
my table," he said.
"Yes?" said the new second cook.
"She has insisted on the ragout a
la Jack"
Jack set about preparing it with an
odd smile. Later in the evening lie
called Max.
Did Miss Sanborn say anything to
ycu?" he asked.
Nothing" Jack looked disap-
pointed. "But she ate and ate of the
ragout,' declared Max. and Jack
frightened. "At least my work is APP
preciated." he said to himself.
Jack Knight had been the second
cook in the Pimlico for a month when
he had realized that he had found a
vocation. He had begun the work
partly in a spirit of bravado, but the
liking he had had for amateur culin-
airy pursuits had grown into a pas
sion. 1t vas in him to be a cook.
Maybe his great-grandmother or some
other ancestor had been a cook and
he was q revision to type.
Jack began to dream. He would
excel in this profession into which the
word of a woman had sent him. He
would be a head chef-better still, he
would have his own establishment. 1t
came TO him as a surprise that he
could have a place Of his own. lie
had forgotten that he was wealthy.
There was nothing rash about John
Knight. He would stay a year in the
Pimlico, ii need be, until he had mas
tered at least part Of the science of
cooking; then ne would open q place
which would attract the gourmets of
the world. Old Pelletier would be
his steward and between them they
would make the Cafe Jack famous.
His musings were interrupted by
the unusual sound Of a woman's
voice. Women came rarely to the
Plmlico kitchen. He looked over the
serving counter and beheld a vision.
His first glance caught two roguish
black eyes, a pretty mouth, half open
as if to let out a question, and rosy
cheeks, a dimple in each. Later he
added to the picture hair of the deeS-
est black, arranged in a studied lack
of order, and a hat which was all red
roses. Jack, it must be confessed,
stared. He became aware that the
vision was talking.
Where is papa?" it said.
"Who is papa?" responded Jack.
Monsieur Pelletier."
ell call him." Jack got a chair
for her and summoned his chef.
"Antoinette," said Pelletier, in an
attempt to be severe. you shouldn't
interrupt me in business hours"
"But papa, I had to see you, really
and truly. on something that wouldn't
wait"
The chef started to lead the way to
his den. She whispered something to
him and he stopped and beckoned to
Jack,
my daughter wishes to know
YOU" he said. "Antoinette, this is
Monsieur Knight, my second cook.
He is a good one. Jack. this is Made.
moiselle Pelletier."
Jack bowed low. Blue eyes met
black in admiration and challenge as
father and daughter departed.
Jack did not see the vision again
for some time. He was wondering if
he ever would, when Pelletier sur
prised him one night with an invita-
ton. "Will you come out with me
some night to my little cottage in
The Bronx and stay the night?." said
Pellctier, 1--WE will breakfast under
the trees and you shall see my gar
der."
Jack woul1. Especially would he
take delight in seeing the garden, he
assured Pelletier. But he hoped in
audibly that someone else than Pelle-
tier would show him the garden. He
was day dreaming when Pel!etier