The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1910-07-07
A Paragon
Ii Kitchen
By MINNIE DOUGLAS

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Upon my word" protested John
Ellwood, at the breakfast table. this
servant-girl problem is beginning 10
push the limit"
Yes" returned his wife. peevishly,
I'VE begin to realize that housekeep-
ing in the country Is pretty nearly
what the comic papers depict it. This
is the ninth cook I've had this win
ter"
Just look at that fish, Look at
it. It's not fit to eat" exclaimed Eli
wood irefuly holding up a scorched,
unappetizing object. And here am,
invoigling every man | meet to buy
land and live in the country"
That's our business, dad" broke in
Ellwood, Jr.. from behind his paper.
we must dispose Of every block in
this real estate by spring"
"A nice chance of selling property
for homes, with this condition in our
own" growled the elder man. singing
out portions of breakfast from among
the scorched embers. Here are these
Chicago men coming out next week
to look over the ground with view
to buying homes! | invited them to
stay with us and get taste OF real
living! And this is what well offer
them"
lie threw down the fish, gulped a
few mouthfus OF coffee and rose in
disgust. Just look At that stuff sup
posed to be coffee! | 80 to the trouble
of carrying out the best blend Of cof.
fee in the markct-in the bean! And
that's what | get It's enough to
make a man swear of eating and be-
lieve the old saw. The Lord sends
food but the devil sends cooks!
Right you are, dad" Grinncd his
only son, a splendid young fellow o!
twenty-five. ITS enough to make a
man forcswear matrimony and live In
comfortable bachelor quartCrs-eh?
Yes" returned ElIwood ST., biting
sarcasm In his tone. THAT sounds
we'll from you! one might think you
weren't breaking your own neck-an
our temper-trying to get your head
into the matrimonial moose at pres
cnt"
You planted your ng tree pretty
young, didn't you dad? Seems TO be
a law of nature to want your own roof
tree for the olive branches of postcri,
ty.' He smiled broadly, Ignoring his
fathers rising temper.
1 If 4
life on ovcrdonc breakfasts and un.
derdone dinners If II would cure you
of your mad idea OF getting married!
And what's more" the old man hlus'
tered, I'm never consent to your mar
rying the girl YOU have on your mind,
| The idea of you-yOu, who Will some
day have every cent | own-picking
out "a what Is shea telegraph
operator? Mo- III be-"
There, there. dad" interrupted
young Ellwood, there are times when
| you are apt to say too much"
His sons selfcOntrol. under trying
circumstances, was a source of secret
| admiration to Ellwood.
It's abomInable." the elder man
| burst out again. ito think that all my
money will go to girl who clicks a
| telegraph key-or-or something, She
| will probably beggar you. That sort
always goes to extremes"
A whimsical smile played in the
sons eyes. But my dear father, you
have the privilege of leaving your
money to found home for the train
| ing of cooks"
Il might do worse" he gruntcd, his
mind going back to the origin OF the
dispute.
That night the son was late to din.
ner.
When he arrived, It was with the
smile of triumph on his face I've
found YOU cook" he exclaimed as he
closed the front door. And Two had
my own time trying to get her to como
out here to the country-but she's a
cook"
All that's the point Is she a
cook" qucried the father. the scepti.
cism OF past experience In his tone
You'll not find her equal" retortcd
the son. with confidence.
Mrs Ellwood gazed at her son in
wide-oycd establishment
How do you happen to know,
Archer" she asked.
she told me So" replied Archer,
innocently. "And, besides. she comes
we'll recommended"
We're probably in the same boat