Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1913-06-07
IUL!P BULB STEW
Family Turns Pale With Fear
After Eating It.
Imported Servant Nearly Kills Nile.
tress With Decidedly New culIn-
airy lnventlon--Takes "onIonsv
From the Wrong Bin.

Pastor Henry Il. jackson Of the
Christian Union Congregational
Church OF Upper Montclair. N. Y. is
an enthusiast on tulips. He imports
bulbs from Holland and grows new
and strange variations on his farm.
He arouses the envy of his neighbors
with the beauty OF resulting blossoms,
which decorate the lawn of his home.
Mrs. Jackson is an enthusiast on
the subject Of Scandinavian servants.
She imports them from Denmark.
Sweden and Norway, trains them In
her kitchen and arouses the envy Of
her neighbors by the neatness and ac-
curacy Of the domestic service in her
home. Recently there was confusion,
internal pain and general indiffer-
ence to enthusiasm IN the parsonage
as result of a crossing Of the wires
OF the household. The present sub
ject Of Mrs. Jackson's training efforts
Is Della Hansen, from out by Stock
holm pretty near
Della" said Mrs. Jackson one
evening, there is enough of this
cold beef left to make a perfectly
beautiful Irish stew for breakfast.
You remember / showed you how to
make 1t two weeks ago. The onions
In the bin in the cellar are sprouting
frightfully and we must use them as
fast as we can"
"Yaas," responded painstaking De-
la Il ban make Irische stew.
Tha' RI"
She went stolidly about her duties.
When Della bore the stew into the
breakfast table next morning the
family gasped with admiration. 1T
was savory with a rich pungent
flavor which none Of them had ever
caught from an Irish stew before.
Mrs. Jackson discreetly withheld her
comment until Della was back In the
kitchen.
Isn't she wonder?" she asked her
husband. "She saw me make one
only once, and she did not seem to
be paying any attention then. / fair
ly had to lead her down to the cellar
and point out the onions to her. Yet
the dear thing has even improved on
my recipe"
Beaming with sympathy over his
wife's pleasure the dominic dished
out steaming plates OF the stew for
the family. Mrs. Jackson took the
first plate. She looked little puz-
zled, but swallowed one mouthful.
Then she looked frightened.
"Stopl" she exclaimed. stop! All
of youl Don't swallow any of that
stuff"
Several others had morsels of the
stew in their mouths. They, too,
showed varied emotions on their
faces. There was general pushing
back of chairs and the family de-
parted from the table In a rush.
There was an assembly half an hour
later Of everybody except Mrs. Jack
son. who was the only one who had
swallowed any of Delias concoction.
She was so Ill she had to lie down.
Della" asked Mr.. Jackson in all
the impressive dignity of his six-foot
athletic frame and his roundest pulpit
voice. what did you put in that
stew?"
"Ay tank" said Della calmly, II
ban besser show you what ban in it,"
In solemn procession she led the
minister and his children to the re-
frigerator and showed them the
shaved bones of the cold roast. She
set out before them the pepper, salt,
and -four from the shelves. She led
them down the cellar stairs and point
ed dramatically to the potato barrel
and then marched across the cellar
floor and pointed out where Mr..
Jackson had kept the choicest of his
imported and blended tulip bulbs.
1t wasn't bit funny at the time. |
But the Jackson family. now that
their illness is over. are beginning to
grin a little over II.