Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1909-01-13
with the little housemaid. Nanny.
and all. seemed to be well in that di-

with the little houscmaid. Nanny.
and all seemed to be well in that di-
rection.
At $40 she repaired to the drawing
room and took seat overlooking the
street. Carriages came and carriages
went, but none stopped at the en-
trance. The little girls came down;
the boys and Mr.. Vincent came down.
Mr.. Maye's latchkey settled in the
door, the dinner bell rang.
mot Gomez" asked Mr.. Maye. at
sight of Emma's disappointed face.
"No," she pouted; "and such a
nice dinner!"
Very strange!" he mused, leading
the way into the dining room. II
hadn't the least doubt-Why, my
dear fellow" seizing by the shoulder
the new cook, who, acting also as but
ler, had just placed the soup-tureen
upon the table-"my dear, dear fel-
low, why, how is this? Emma de-
clsred you hadn't come!"
That young lady grew as white as
the tablecloth, and grasped a chair
for support.
"That Mr.. Arthur Maxwell? IL
thought it was the cook!"
"I came earlier than / expected,
End in time to make myself useful
to Miss Emma" laughed Mr.. Max
we'll, divesting himself of his white
towel and bowling with exquisite grace
to that young lady.
The cultivated accents, the am
brosial locks of the bent head, the
clear, eloquent, beautiful eyes-oh,
why hadn't she known? How could
she have fallen into such an error
II was so terribly anxious-I didn't
look at you twice. Mr.. Maxwell, 1
hope you will forgive mel" stam-
mered Emma, as red now as she had
been pale.
4There is nothing to forgive, If my
dinner turns. out WELL" he replied,
laughing. II learned to cook when
1 was student in Paris-a French
man taught me. have been rather
proud of my culinary skill, but I am
little out of practiceshow, and am
not quite sure of the Florentine."
"Emma!" cried Mr.. Maye, what
does all this mean?"
why, John, you promised to send
me IN a man cook.
Mr.. Maye clasped his hands tragic
ally.
Emma, I forgot IT,"
"Well, MIR. Maxwell came, just at
10 o'clock. ! thought he was the
cook; ushered him into the kitchen
among the pots and pans. ques-
toned him as to what he knew about
cooking. I urged him to make all
haste and serve the dinner; and
and ] called him an Irishman!
sobbed Emma, Historically.
EMO offense, Miss Emma. My
grandfather, on my mothers side
Major Trelawny-was an Irishman, ;"
observed Mr.. Maxwell, coolly. 4And
since have done my best. won't you
try the soup before it is cold?"
The others stared, and Emma
cried; but Mr.. Maye laughed
uproariously.
"The best joke of the season! Sit
right down, everybody! Emma, you
foolish girl, don't cry. Arthur
doesn't care. And as for your Flor
entine-Arthur, tell Nanny to bring
it on. The proof of the pudding Is
in the eating, you know ,;5{
Miss Emma won't cry when she
tastes my SOUP remarked Arthur
ladling It out promptly, with an air
of pride. s5i4
And then they al fell. to tasting
and praising, and Urging Emma to.
taste and praise, until she laughed
and cried all together.
But Mr.. Arthur was so delightful,
SO winning and so witty, SO kind to
his agitated young hostess, and he'd
cooked such an excellent dinner
from the pigeons to the pudding, ey-
erything was perfect.
BY and by Emma was herself
again.
sThis has taught me a lesson" she
said. II will never be so desperately
situated again. I will learn to cook: ;"
"Let me teach you," said Arthur.
He did. And Emma taught him to
love her. There was wedding by
and by.
1.-THE blessed result of my misera-
BILE memory!" Mr.. Maye said.-Sat-
urday Night.
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