Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1913-01-14

Cooking vs.. Circumstances.
my dear, will 1t be possible to give
DR.. johnson bite of something to eat
tonight at six o'clockP"
"Dr. johnson, our Superintendent OF
Missions, support" And Mrs. Clarke
looked at her husband as IL he had sud.
denly gone mad.
II said q bite" meekly replied the
Reverend Mr.. Clarke. "There 10 no help
for it. / have just bad letter. He will
be here betwe trains and cannot take
him to that so-called hotel. Let's see,
it's one o'clock now. Make up some
sandwiches and q cup of tea. Anything,
that's . dear" That finished 1t, and
the wife Immediately began an inven'
tory of present stock.
Reverend and Mrs. Clarke had been
missionaries In the Canadian Northwest
about two weeks, at q tiny place called
Rising Sun, but their household effect.
were still en- route. As the only hotel
was out of the question as q residence,
they, with the kindly assistance of neigh.
bora were camping In the Manse.
"Let me see, coffee pot large enough
to hold two cups, . stove, . small meat
pan and not q bit of fresh meat to be
had. Bob Clarke, help me to collect my
scattered wits and will make use of my
boasted ingenuity. We can't give our
superintendent plain bread and butter.
Oh, for tablet I have our good silver In
the trunk" and Mrs. Clarke sudibly
sighed.
"Hurrah for you," and Mr.. Clarke
jumped to bis feet. 81 will run over to
MIR. Detlaff and get an empty packing
boz and tack on some legs. Think
again, little woman, while am gone. Fl"
Fortunately the baby was not awaken
cd by lively thoughts, and by the time
her husband was back, che had . few
plans made. He came in with triumph
iu bis eye. "See, the conqueriDg hero
comes, will soon have table made,
though the poor man will have to fold
up his legs or put them into the empty
box he uses for Q chair; but guess
and he drew from the box and held be-
fore her wondering eyes, q plump prairie
chicken. "Mr. Detlaf Was out this
morning, aud be sent this, and bis wife
sent this tableoloth and says you can
have cups and plates"
GOOD, good, we'll do, the poer man
won't starve, anyway" And Mrs.
Clarke began to make things fly. As
she had 90 little to keep in order, her
house was ready without further effort.
While her husband picked the chicken,
she beat up some eggs In the coffee pot,
added some sugar, Dreamed some butter,
with her fingers, and added, little at
time, and, contrary TO oil cook books,
made q cake, hind side foremost. But 1t
was good. Tho meat pan and tho coffee
pot was then washed and tho chicken
was put In the oven to roast. An icing
was beaten up In the coffee pot, which
graced the cake a. II 1t had come from .
silver bowl. After another washing,
water was put In tho coffee pot to boil
for the potatoes. BY the time they were
done and put on the back OF the stove to
keep warm, the chicken was sending
forth doors sufficient to make everyone
think only Of hunger. Mrs. Clarke once |
moro washed (thls time scrubbed) tho /
coffee pot; and, again boil
ing water, put the tea In between two
teaspoons. Then she put on the table q
1ish Of yesterdays leftover (this 10 .
rue st0ry) cranberries and announced
tea is served"
Dr.. johnson did not know eli the
nechanisms of that supper, but be ate
v We all love to see men eat. Though
here Was no chicken left over for salad