Arizona republican., 1910-02-16

of George Archer to have her taught housekeeping If anyone can do it, Sis Becky its you-youh ana Linda All girls ought to learn to cooK' ouen'h Well that seems to De .ne general opinion ,
 The young man addressed was devotlng nimsei1 with intense interest to saucer of luscious goden peaches drenched with rich cream Having dis patched the same, he resumed the subleot
 Wont it be bit hard the poor little girl Jrst out of school as I understood, to pen her up in kitchen and make her learn to boil potatoes?
 be needn't be Sn cook anS %ss Rbeesa looked trife grim, as she spoke.
 Sure" agreed her brother, these girls are apt to be too frivolous and frisky, and need some'hhg 10 tone 'em down little
 Dear It.le beings" muttered Harvey, T hate to see them tone down too soon Cooking IS a very useful accomplishment doubt; but his little bonni bell can't help fancyng it would be like setting a dasy 10 tusse with the cooking stove to put her m "AIl nonsense" my boy" returned the elder man, passing his great china cup to his sister for more coffee do her good and won't hurt her bit; ana her father, my old friend Judge Archer' wan's'nef tc learn favorte custom of the Granger family, the supper table was spread out of doors, at the back of the kitchen just under a monster apple-tree, whose great boughs screened away the red arrows the lowering sun d.d maS deioos uto ,e u0s snov shadows
 Well might old Sol. if he were hungry stay his departure gaze with envious eye at that country home" and brown -crusted biscuit; its platter -ot ruddv ham: crimson sliced tomatoes cool from the sprng-house crisp, curled, late letfuce disnes or cottage cheese like pillows of snow. dashed with sweet cream and dusted with pepper oesioes other iuxuries of prosperous farm.
 At the head of the table sat Miss Rebecca Gran. ger. neat pr:m spinster of forty Opposite loomed the substantial form of her brother Phil, thrifty farmer of thirty-seven bachelor, stout and hearty to whom might be applied the description of Harry Gill; the 'lusty drover, in the old poem; @
 "His cheeks were red as the ruddy clover; ! His voice was like the voice ot three
 
 Midway between the two, on one side of the table sat their niece, Lind, Granger. comedy maiden of twenty-two with brown hair and eyes, a brilliant color in her cheeks. and bit of whole tan her face and hands. On the other side Harvey Morton, handsome summer boarder who. from natural love of farm life, insisted upon helping his host with his farm work to such tent that the latter declared he was as good and better than most hired and in reality should be exacting wages rather than paying board. But the young man protested that the wonderful benefit to his health and consequent voraeious appetite amply balanced accounts.
 Just now he was watching Linda rut through the amber crust of square peach coobler baked Tn breadpan. She had manufactured 1t with her own delft brown hands, and it fairly bulged with late Crawford peaches yellow and fragrant and sweet while the crust was wonder ot hsntnIss ana richr ness In Harvey's interest over the operation of dividing the cobbler into generous sections he lost sight of his hosts last remark entirely and pursued the subject no further; but there the suspicion lips and her honest tilted itself the least bit at the ecstatc expression that overspread the young
  ness. submerged with Jersey cream:
 When she carried the great coHee-pot into the kitchen for replenishing few minutes later l am afraid that she set the unofendng utensll upon the stove with rather unnecessary emphasis You're a consistent mortal. MT Harvey Morton" she observed sarcastically, looking out ot the kitchen window at dim figure lettering in :ile orchard. enjoying, the luxury of twilight smoke. Out it's nothing to me" in which statement. am sorry to say. Miss Linda told 'b'.
 Bonnibell Archer stood in the big. airy farmhouse the array of kettles and pans and the general para phernaa of the ample cuisine. She was slim, dainty creature with fantly pink cheeks, soft eyes and goden-brown hair coiled about her elegant little head. It plainly evident that the young ladys initiation into the kitchen lore was about to commence.
 surveying with dismay the beruffled rose-colored silk gingham tea-gown and the bit Of white lawn apron the city maiden wore haven't you anything more suitable for kitchen work than that eobweb thing"
 Miss Archer sighed apologetica1iy. Linda wrote some aprons" she rurmured, "and l thought this and my bue zephyr and white aprons would do very s I9 % afraid hssn sDd g except
 Well" said Miss Becky grimy, i've must get you some. For the present. I'll give you brown cooking apron of Linda's."
 The pretty tea-gown instantly disappeared under the big. stout apron, and Miss Becky proceeded with her instructions:
 Eve got the dinner pretty well under way. We will have roast ham, ,stewed tomatoes mashed po- tatoes. cabbage salad, corn bread and baked apple dumplng Linda will make the dumpling and you can watch how she does it, while you make the salad for beginning. Here is nice sugar-loaf cabbage"
 And what do you do with it first?" asked Bonni- bell with interest.
 Chop it." returned Miss Becky
 c"Oh' said Bonnibell, land where will find the hatchet"
 "You chop it with chopping knife in a wooden bowl" Miss Becky explained, indicating the articles, "and it must be chopped very fine. indeed: will fz.x aAtan 4n rhtl Oxuu n he spring-house for some butter-milk to mix the corn bread with"
 Left to her own devices Bonnibell popped the cabbage into the bowl and gave it few futile digs with the chopper, then looked out of the window "It doesn't seem to chop very we'll, she reflected perhaps it isn't ripe enough. Oh, how warm it is