Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1909-11-24
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I am intent on q sauce, but we a
talk as I work"
"The ragout was fine," said Pris-
ella.
Thank you," said Jack. He was
decidedly cool and at ease. Priscilla
was embarrassed.
"I've been expecting to see you,
DEAR" she said meekly.
"Too busy" said Jack, reaching for
the mustard pot. He measured out
a portion with a critical eye and
dumped it into the mess before him.
81 was wrong. Jack" the girl burst
ont, "and a fool, too, to tell you to go
to work. You've done enough. Come
back into the world and to me-"
Jack stirred the contents of the
saucepan thoughtfully and put the
pan on the stove. He kept a watch.
full eye on it.
eff this turns out right" he OBJ
served. "there will be a change on the
bill Of fare tomorrow"
Priscilla stamped her foot. "Will
you be serious, Jack?" she exclaimed.
"You have kept up this play long
enough. made YOU do it and now
I want you to stop it."
Cant" said Jack.
"You mean you won't"
mo, I mean 1 can't" The sauce
had come to a boil and Jack took it
oft the stove. 1t seemed to please
him. Listen to me, Priscilla" He
was serious now. at is true YOU sent
me into this, and for that l thank
you. I have found JOY in a work that
suits me down to the ground. Eou
preached the dignity of labor ave
proved that YOU are right"
But a cook, Jack e girl
pleaded. Surely this W isn't dig
nifed."
at is to me-" said Jack. "My birth
and money were just accidents. l
find more real pleasure in preparing a
proper dinner than in any of the pur-
suits of tho idle person You knew.
You called me a loafer. l was. Now
] am a worker, doing my part in the
world. or course, / am ambitious.
l would be a better cook and in time
I would have a place of my own.
Some day You will be proud to come
to the Cafe Jack"
There is something else in life be-
sides work" Priscilla's eyes were
very wistful.
81 know" said Jack quietly. He
was thinking of a garden in The
Bronx.
Priscilla didn't know about the
garden. rs this cooking-this voca-
tion-more to You than l am?" she
asked.
"Must / choose?" asked Jack.
eyes, please" Priscilla's voice
was tender.
"Why should -" said Jack. 1.-THE
woman should accept the man as he
is, if she wants him. Do you mean
that You wouldn't marry a cook?"
Pride and training doomed strong
in Priscilla's mind. The tenderness
was gone.
why should -" she burst out.
Surely it isn't necessary"
1T is if you marry me-" declared
Jack. "Be sensible. Priscilla, You
were not in love with me, but with
the man YOU thought 1 might be.
There is no such person. Therefore
YOU have left only the empty shell Of
an ideal. Hadn't you better keep ia
your ideal until You find somebody
VINO will fill it better than 70"
do you intend to live without
love?" asked Priscilla.
81 may find some one willing to
love a cook" said Jack hopefully.
You are hopeless and I have hum.
bled myself for nothing" said Pris.
ella. is it good-by, them"
Before Jack could answer Antol,
nette burst into the kitchen. There
was something explosive about Antoi-
nette's goings and comings.
"Oh, jack" she began, and then
stopped short as she caught sight Of
Priscilla.
The girls eyed each other in chal-
lense. Priscilla finally broke a ST.
lencc that was getting to be embar-
RAISING.
81 think l understand, Jack" she
said Jelly, why You like cooking so
much, Who is this young wonlan?"
"TEe daughter OF Monsieur Pelle.
tier. u Chef" he said. Then, rails.
ing his voice to include Antoinette, he
effected an awkward introduction.
Antoinette courtesled daintily and
smiled Just a wee bit saucily. Pris-
ella scarcely bowed.
"All my questions are answered."
she said to Jack and marched out. In
due time she married a rising young
politician with reform ideas. When
he became a United States Senator he
forgot the ideas, but that does not
concern lis.
Come here, 'Toinette," said Jack
when Priscilla had gone. "and try my
new sauce."-New York Sun.