Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1910-11-26
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THE SCHEME OF THINGS.
A Boy Mods Over Geography and
Dreams of Restaurant Feed.


WY ESLEY'S uncle had bald head
" and a quiet voice and might
have been justly called prosaic.
but to Wesley he was invested with a
peculiar and romantic interest because
he lived In hotel and ate regularly at
restaurant Wesley thought that
any one who ate at a restaurant every
day had little left to sigh for in this
world. They had ice cream every
night at n restaurant and batter cakes
every morning for breakfast. In WCs-
ley's home they had ice cream for
dinner on Sunday only, and batter
cakes appeared on Thursday and Fri
day mornings. At these times batter
cakes were like sunrise and sunset
natural phenomena. But batter cakes
every morning that was like the sun
rising at bedtime or school in August.
utterly unhcard of and not possible
anyway. Why this should he the
scheme of things was n step beyond
Weslcy's imaginings.
His mother was Chiding WeSley'S
uncle for eating at restaurants.
II could eat in a restaurant forever
and ever" cried Wesley.
"Some day, my son." said his moth
er, you may have to eat at rcstau-
rant
Even twisting the warning into a
promise, this was empty for Wesley.
1t was quite likely he would be a rail-
road engineer lie had determined to
be that But to eat at a restaurant
was not matter of volition; it was
privilege He had no idea how it was
secured, but in dcspondent way he
felt that 1t would be denied him.
Still. in spite Of all, dreams are
pleasant, and pretty soon Hhe map of
England slipped away somewhere and
Wesley was seated in great restau-
rant with shining mirrors, reading
bill Of fare. There We're batter cakes
and two kinds Of sirup and boiled
eggs, which they would bring already
opened IN little goblets-omelet with
Jelly too, at the same time, and
oranges and bananas and apples and
jam and pickles over on the side. All
he had to do was to point out these
things to the courteous attendant
standing beside him and he would
bring them to him.
Then there was dinner to be or
dered-raw oysters and oyster soup
and clans Che didn't know which he
liked the most, olives, turkey, duck
and 'sparagus, and then confused
stretch of all the things he liked until
he came to where 1t was plainly print
ed that he could have chocolate Ice
cream and strawberry ice cream and
vanilla and all kinds of pie and three
kinds of pudding. And then there
would be sorted cakes, which meant
lady fingers and macaroons. and little
cakes with a cherry in the frosting.
And he would never have to eat any
liver or boiled rice or hashballs ever.
AS the vision faded and the map of
England suddenly came back under
his elbows, looking like a queer roost-
er, Wesley sighed. Anyway, If he
ever did eat In restaurant he
wouldn't come to his sisters house
every Sunday for dinner, where they
had only one kind Of everything. Still,
Sunday would be the best day to
come, for then they would have ice
cream.
His uncle was saying good night.
Wesley allowed him to pinch his nose
without the usual protest, and with
wistful eyes followed him out Of the
room. He was going to have batter
cakes in the morning, on Tuesday!
They would have only white bread
because it was ironing day.-I1arper's
Weekly.