Bisbee daily review., 1911-05-10

| the door. and tied it sronnd his neck with the ease of practise. Then he cleared off the plates, eating what appealed to him as he did so, and stopping now and again for a deep throated chuckle.
 I'm thinkin'." he said once, stop ping with dish in the air. what deuce of a noise there win be when the vaccination doctor comes around this mornin'. In a week every one of us will be nursin' sore arm or walk in on one leg, beggin' your pardon, i miss The last time the force was Yaccfnated. 1 asked to be done be- hind me ear; i needed me legs and needed me arms. but didn't need me head much."
 He threw his head back and laugh ed- MT. Harbison laughed too. Oh. we were very cheerfuli And that aw- ful stove stared at me. and the kettle began to hum, and Aunt Selma sent 1 down word that she was not well, and ] would like some omelet on her tray. | Omeleti
 knew that it was made of eggs, but that was the extent of my knowl- edge. I muttered an excuse and ran ] upstairs to Anne, but she was still she didn't know anything about omelets and didn't care Food would l choke her. Neither of the Mercer | girls knew either. and Bella, who was still reading in the den, absolutely de clined to help.
 T don't know. and l wouldn't tell you if l did. You can get yourself out, as you got yourself in," she said hastily. The simplest thing, if you don't mind my suggesting 1t. Is to poison the coffee and kill the lot of us. Only, if you decide to do It. let me | know; want to live just long enough to see Jimmy Wilson writhe!" Bella is the kind of person who gets on ones nerves She finds a griev- ance and hugs it; she does ridiculous things and planes other people. And | she firts.
 went downstairs desponaently and found that Mr. Harbison had dis covered some eggs and was standing helpiessly staring at them.
 "Omelet - eggs Eggs - omeIet That's the extent of my knowledge" |" he said. when entered "Youn have to come to my assistance" Ii WAS then that l saw the cook book It was lying on 6 shelf beside the clock. and while Mir Harbison had his back turned got 1t down. 1t was ! n .z .-N woman was his ideal, and did not care to outrage his belief fin me. So took the cook book into the pantry and read the recipe over three times. | When came back knew it by heart, ! although I did not understand 1t.
 'T will tell you how" I said with a great deal of dignity. and since you want to help. you may make it your self"
 He was delighted.
 ''Finei" he said Suppose you give me the idea first Then we'll go over it slowly, bit by bit. Wen make a big fluffy omelet, and if the others aren't around. we'll eat 1t ourselves"
 Well" I said. trying to remember exactly, you take two eggs"
 '"Twol" he repeated. Two eggs for ten people!"
 Don't interrupt me-" l said irrita- ply. Tiff two isn't enough we can make several omelets. one after the other"
 He looked at me with admiration
 Who else but you would have thought of thatr he remarked Well, here are two eggs. What next?"
 Separate them I said easily No. I didn't know what it meant I hoped he would: I said it as casually as could. and I did not look at him. I knew he was staring at me. puzzled
 Separate them!" he said Why, they aren't fastened together" Then he laughed. "Oh, yes, of course!" When I looked he had put one at each end of the table. Afraid they1l quar- rel. I suppose" he said. Well. no~ they're separated"
 Then beat"
 First separate, then beati" he re- peated. The author of that cook book must have had a mean disposi- tion. Whats next? Hang them?" He looked up at me with his boyfsh ! smile
 Separate and beat" repeated. If I lost a word of that recipe I was gone. It was like saying the alphabet: I had to go to the beginning every time. mentally.
 We'll he reflected, you can't beat an egg. no matter how cruel you may be, unless you break it first" He picked up an egg and looked at 1t 'Separatei" he reflected. "Ah-the white from the-whatever you cook ing experts call 1.-the yellow part"
 '.Exactly," I exclaimed, light break ing on me. -Of course. I knew you would find out" Then back to the re cipe-"beat until well mixed: then fold in the whites"
 "Fold?" he questioned. Tt looks pretty thin to fold, doesn't it2 r. upon my word, l never heard of fold . [ inc an aov Arc vo5s-hfIf of t.OIfree