Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1910-07-05

ter two years of food cooked by a filthy
Indian squaw over a portable sheet
iron stove!"
So perfectly at home! I stood in the
middle of the room and stared around
at the copper things hanging up and
the rows of blue and white crockery,
and the dozens and hundreds Of COM
plicated- looking utensils, whose names
l had never even heard, and l was
dazed. I tried with some show of au-
tority to instruct Flanagan about
gathering up the soiled things, and,
after listening in puzzled silence for a
minute, he stripped off his blue coat
with a tolerant smile.
Lave 'em to me, miss" he said The
miss" passed unnoticed. Il mayn't
give 'em a Turkish bath, which is what
you are describin, but I'll get the
grease off all right. l always clean up
while the missus is in bed with a
young 'un."
He rolled up his sleeves, found a
brown checked gingham apron behind
the door, and tied it around his neck
with the ease of practice. Then he
cleared off the plates, eating what ap-
pealed to him as he did so, and stop
ping now and again for deep throat
ed chuckle.
I'm thinkin'," he said once, stopping
al. -. .Int
of noise there will be when the vac
cination doctor comes around this
mornin'. In a week every one Of us
will be nursin' a sore arm or walkin'
on one leg, beggin' your pardon, miss.
The last time the force was vaccinat-
ed, | asked to be done behind me ear;
| needed me legs and l needed me
arms, but didn't need ne hear much!"
He threw his head back and laugh
ed. Mr.. HARRISON laughed too. Oh.
we were very cheerful! And that aw-
full stove stared at me, and the kettle
began to hum, and Aunt Selma sent
down word that she was not well, and
would like some omelet on her tray.
Omelet!
knew that it was made Of eggs,
but that was the extent of my knowl-
edge | muttered an excuse and ran
up stairs to Anne. but she was still
smiling over her necklace, and said
she didn't know anything about ONE
lets and didn't care. Food would choke
her. Neither of the Mercer girls knew
either, and Bella, who was still reading
i'm the den, absolutely declined to help.
II don't know, and | wouldn't tell
you if | did. You can get yourself out.
as you got yourself in," she said mas
tily. THE simplest thing. if YOU don't
mind my suggesting it, is to poison
if you decide to do it, let me know; l
want to live just long enough to see
Jimmy Wilson writhe!"
Bella is the kind Of person who gets
on ones nerves. She finds Il grievance
and hugs it: she does ridiculous things
and blamcs other people. And she
hirts.
went downstairs despondently,
and found that Mr.. HARRISON had dis
covered some eggs and was standing
helpl"ssly staring at them.
"Omelet-F,ggs. Eggs-omelet. That's
the extent of my knowledge" he said,
when l entered. Youll have to come
to my assistance"
1t was then that | saw the cook
book 1t was lying on a shelf beside
the clock, and while Mr.. Harrison had
his back turned | got it down. 1t was
quite clear that the domestic type Of
women was his ideal and | did not
care to outrage his belief in me. So |
took the cookbook into the pantry
and read the recipe over three times.
When came back | knew it by heart,
although did not understand it.
Il will tell YOU how" | said with a
great deal of dignity, "and since you
want to help, you may make it your
self"
He was delighted
Fine" he said. Suppose you give
me the idea first. Then well go over
it slowly bit by bit. Wen make big
fluffy omelct. and if the others aren't
around. well eat it ourselves"
Well" | said. trying to remember
exactly. you take two eggs"