Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-12-23

per and to serve, Just as Mr.. Magee
remembered her on that night that
now seemed SO long ago. He smiled
down into. her eyes, and he had an
engaging smile, even at $3.50 In the
morning,
We'll Mrs Quimby," he cried.
here ig the prodigal straight from
that old husl1 of an inn, and believe
me, he's pretty anxious to sit down
to some food that woman. starter of
all the trouble since the world be
gan, had hand in"
Come right in, all of you" CHR
ruped Mrs. Quimby, ushering them
into a pleasant odor of cookery.
Take off your things and sit down.
Breakfasts most ready. My land,
I guess you must be pretty nigb
starved to death. Quimloy told me
who was cooking for you, and says
to Quimby: What 1 says, that no
account womanhater messing round
ab a woman's job like that" | says.
Heaven pity the people at the inn.
says. Mr.. Peters may be able &c
amuse them with stories of how Cleo
patra whiled away the quiet Elgyp
tian evenings | says, and he may
be able to throw a little new light
OH Helen of Troy, who would object
to having 1t thrown If she was alive
and the lady ] think her, but I says.
when it comes to cooking, guess he
stands about where you do, Quinn
by You see, Quimby's repertory
consists Of coffee and soup, and
sometimes it's hard to tell which he
means for which
$50 Mr.. Peters has taken you sn
on the secret of the book he is writ
ing against your sex2" remarked Billy
Magee
Not exactly that" Mrs. Quiu,by
answered, brushing back a wisp of
gray hair but he's discussed it in
my presence, ignoring me at the time
You see, he comes down here and
reads his latesA chapters 10 Quinlby
o. nights, and I've caught quite a. lot
of it on my way between the cook
stove and the sink
y AIT no judge Of books" re-
able rocl1ing-chair, "but M bet that
one's the limit"
You're right. ma am" Mrs. Quimby
told her. II amt saying that some OF
1t amt real pretty worded, but that's
just to hide the falsehood under
meath. My land. the lies ther4 Is Ia
that book You don't need to know
much about history to know that
Jake Peters has made 1t over to Al
MS argument, ana LnaL ne ain z
made It over SO well but what the
old seams show here and there and
TIE place where the braid was Ia
plain as daylight
After ten more minutes of hustle
Mrs. Quimby announced that they
could SIT down, and they were not
slow to accept the invitation. The
breakfast shS served them moved
Mr.. Magee to remark
II want to know where I stand as
judge of character On the first
night I saw Mrs Quirnby, without
tasting morsel of food cooked BY
her, said she was the best cook in
the county"
The professor looked up from his
griddle cakes
why limit it to the county?'' he
asked. Il should say you were too
parslmonious in your Judgment
Mrs. Quimby, detecting in the OLD
mans words a compliment, flushed ar
even deeper red as she bent above the
stove. Under the benign influence OF
the food and the wonan's CHEEKY per
sonality, the spirits of the crowd rose
Baldpate Inn was in the past, its
doors locked, its seven keys scat
tered through the dawn Mrs. Quinn
by, as she continued to press food
upon them, spoke with interest of the
events that had come 70 pass at this
inn
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