Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1910-07-08

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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 1t. 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 irefully holding up a scorched,
unappetizing object. And here am,
inveigling every man meet to buy
land and live in the country"
That's our business. dad,'' broke In
Ellwood, Jr., from behind his paper.
I'VE 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! l invited them to
stay with us and get taste of real
living! And this is what Wen oHer
them!"
He threw down the fish, gulped
few mouthfuls of coffee and rose in
disgust. Gust look at that stuff sup
posed to be coffee! l go to the trouble
of carrying out the best blend OF COT
fee in the market-in the bean! And
that's what l get! It's enough to
make a man swear off eating and De-
lieve the old saw, The Lord sends
food but the devil sends cooks!'
fright you are, dad grinned his
only son, a splendid young fellow OF
twenty-five. Its enough to make
man foreswear matrimony and live IN
comfortable bachelor quarters-eh?
"Yes," returned Ellwood, ST., biting
sarcasm in his tone. THAT sounds
we'll from you! One might think you
weren't breaking your own neck-and
our temper-trying to get your head
into the matrimonial moose at pres
ent"
"You planted your fig 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 posteri-
ty." He smiled broadly, ignoring his
fathers rising temper.
by George, I'd live the rest of my
life on overdone breakfasts and un-
derdone dinners if it would cure you
of your mad idea of getting married!
And what's more" the old man blus-
tered, '1'll 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 l own-picking
out "a what is Shea telegraph
operator? No! I'll be"
There, there, dad" interrupted
young Ellwood, there are times when
you are apt to say too much"
His sons self-control, under trying
circumstances, was a source of secret
admiration to Ellwood.
Its abominable," the elder man
burst out again, ito think that all my
money will go to girl who clicks a
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 a home for the train
ing Of cooks"
II might do worse" he grunted, his
mind going back to the origin of the
dispute.
"Why can't we have practical
schools of cookery where diplomas are
distributed as in other professions?"
There are schools of cookery, IA
ther-and good cooks. But-they won't
come to the country"
Good cooks? Where are they?
Show me one! Bring one here and
I'll promise her any wage she wants
in reason" cried the senior Ellwood.
"I'll do it, father" flashed the young
man. "I'll do it. There must be good
cooks and I'll get one. You and moth
er leave it to me-"
Remember how much depends on
the visit from these Chicago land peo-
pie! That's all I ask
Leave it to me-" replied the son,
confidently.
What do you mean, Archer?" asked
Mrs. Ellwood, always on the qui vive
when domestic economy was the point
of discussion.
Nothing at ail-except that I'm 60
ing to find a cook. I'm tired of this
sort of thing-as tired as you and
dad, so I'll try my hand"
That night the son was late to din
ner.
When he arrived, it was with the
smile of triumph on his face 1--WE
found you a COOK he exclaimed as he
closed the front door. "And I've had
my own time trying to get her to come
out here to the country-but she's
cook!"
"Ah that's the point. Is she a
COOKE" Queried the father, the scepti
cism of past experience in his tone.