Republican news item. [volume] (Laport, Pa.) 1896-19??, 1910-12-16

grapes; nlled the vases with roses,
! lilies and ferns; set clusters of dainty
glasses, filled with amber Jelly, among
the silver and china, and then, with
sigh of satisfaction at the result, ran
away to dress.
"Pll not go near the kitchen to even
smell Of the dinner. I don't know
anything about cooking it, and will
trust to luck. have an idea that
Mac is real capable-is going to prove
treasure. His dress was so neat,
and he was SO quiet and respectful"
concluded Emma, leisurely arranging
her hair.
| Her new dress was very becoming,
and fitted the petite, round figure so
perfectly that Emma felt at peace
with all the world.
Il have heard that Mr. Arthur Max
well is very fastidious In the matter
OF ladies' Dress" mused Emma, twist
Ing her head over her shoulder to see
the effect. 81 wonder what his first
Impressions of me will be. l should
like to have poor Ally's brother like
me-"
At length the last bracelet was
clasped, the last touch given, and re-
firing backward from the mirror, with
radiant face, Emma turned and ran
up to the nursery, to order the chill
dren dressed for company.
There was delightful savory odor
pervading the house when she came
down and set out the wine and ice,
and made a few amendments of the
| ;aI Oh LoI
ed an exquisite ebony ring for her
brother, and this Emma placed with
the napkin designed for Mr.. Arthur
Maxwell, thinking how artistic and
pretty everything was, and deciding
that the gentlemans first impression
must be pleasant.
She looked at her watch-five min
utes past 3. Then she went softly to
the end of the hall, and listened to
the lively chatter in the kitchen. She
could hear Mac chatting pleasantly
with the little housemaid, Nanny, and
all seemed to be well in that direc-
tion
At $40 she repaired to the drawing
room and took a seat overlooking the
street. Carriages came and carriages
went but none stopped at the en-
trance. The little girls came down;
the boys and Mr.. Vincent came down.
Mr.. Maye's latchkey settled in the
door, the dinner bell rang.
Not Gomez" asked Mr.. Maye, at
sight Of Emma's disappointed face.
NO." she pouted; "and such nice
dinner!"
VERY strange!" he mused, leading
the way into the dining room. Il
hadn't the least doubt-Why, my dear
fellow" seizing by the shoulder the
new cook, who, acting ALSO as butler,
had just placed the soup-tureen upon
the table-"my dear, dear fellow, why,
how Is this? Emma declared you had
not comet"
That young lady grew as white as
the tablecloth, and grasped chair for
support.
THAT Mr. Maxwell? II thought
1t was the cook"
81 came earlier than l expected, and
in time to make myself useful to Miss
Emma" laughed Mr. Maxwell divest-
ing himself of his white towel and
bowling with exquisite grace to that
young lady
The cultivated accents, the ambro-
sial locks of the bent head, the clear,
eloquent, beautiful eyes-oh, why
hadn't she known? How could she
have fallen into such an error?
II was SO terribly anxious-I didn't
look at you twice Mr.. Maxwell |
hope you will forgive mel" stammer-
ed Emma, as red now as she had been
pale.
There is nothing to forgive, If my
dinner turns out WE'LL" he replied,
laughing. 81 learned to cook when
l was student in Paris-a French
man taught me- l have been rather
proud of my culinary skill, but l am
little out Of practice now, and am
not quite sure of the Florentine."
"Emma!" cried Mr.. Maye. what
does all this mean?"
"Why, John, you promised to send
me up a man cook"
Mr.. Maye clasped his hands tragic
ally.
Emma, forgot it,"
well, Mr.. Maxwell came, just at
10 o'clock. thought he was the cook;
I ushered him into the kitchen among
the pots and pans. I questioned him
as to what he knew about cooking. l
urged him to make all haste and serve
the dinner; and-and I called him an
Irishman!" sobbed Emma, hysterical-
ly.
"No offense, Miss Emma. My grand
father, on my mothers side-Major
Trelawny-was an Irishman," OBJ
served Mr.. Maxwell, coolly. "And
since l have done my best won't you
try the soup before 1t Is cold?"
The others stared, and Emma
Cried but Mr.. Maye laughed-laughed
uproariously.
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