Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-16
-IlIX III. Maggie. this isn,t

w clean cloth. Look 1t
this" Helen pointed to
distinct grease spot on the damasz
tablecloth. And here's another.
Why. this is the cloth we had on for
breakfast"
Twas clean last night, ma'am."
grumbled Maggie That makes three
we've had on this week. We can't
have no clean cloth every night"
We'll, we certainly viii when we
have guests. Now, you'll simply have
to change this, Maggie. You ought to
have known that cloth wouldn't do
for dinner tonight"
Il won't have no time to unset that
table now. ma'am, obstinately. It's
after 6 already
Helen flushed and bit her lips. Mag
gle was growing more and more i'm
pertinent, but just before a company
dinner was not the time to reprove
her. So with an effort Helen kept
back the sharp words and began de-
liberately to unset the table herself.
1t was late and she was not vet
dressed, but having taken the stand
that there must be a clean CLOTH she
had no choice now but to put one on.
The first cloth she unfolded was an
old one that had been darned the
next had a Claret stain. Both of these
had to be refolded and put back. The
third was badly irOned and was hard
to get on straight. but she finally got
it adjusted and began to reset the
table.
As she replaced the silver she found
that there had been only three forks
by each plate
Fork Missing.
Maggie. YOU forgot to put down an
extra fork for the relish" as Maggie
came in to get a dish from the side
board.
We amt got no relish. ma'am."
Why, I told you to open a can Of
those anChovies."
I'VE used the last can of them,
ma'am, last Sunday"
But surely there's another can
Helen went out in the pantry to con-
vince herself. We'll, We MUST have
some kind Of a relish. Oh, here's that
jar of anchoVy paste! Make some
little squares Of toast and spread Il
with this. You've got a hard boiled
egg" glancing in the refrigerator;
'you can CRATE that over It.
Maggie who was whipping the
cream for the berries, turned around
with an angry flush.
You're wanting too much. ma'am.
That's fancy cooking. Cooks who
makes them fussy dishes gets $50 a
month And you expect me at the
last minute to drop everything
and
"Thatu do. Maggie. As soon as
can get dressed I'll make this myself.
And if you think you can get "A place
as a $50 cook I'd advise you to take
Helen flounced into her dressing
room. For her dinner was already
spoiled. She could never enjoy any
thing after any kind of a scene Her
whole nature shrank from contention,
and just to keep peace she had let
Maggie have her own way for sol
long that now she resented every
thing she was told.
The fact that the girl was honest
economical and an excellent cook had
made Helen put up with everything
else. But now she felt that she
would rather have someone more
agreeable and amenable, even though
less capable.
A Man S Job.
Warren came in whistling, which
with him was an evidence Of rare
good humor. Helen ran into his room
with a hurried greeting.
"Oh, I'm so glad you've come, dear
Can you hook me UP before you dress?
I don't want to ask Maggie-she's
been perfectly horrid!"
'Humph! Turn around here to the
light, then. What's this thing%
"Oh. wait-that's the inside belt!
I'll hook that. There. Oh, dear
Maggie's getting to be IMPOSSl-
BLE!"
Whats the matter now?' as he
clumsily hooked the dress.
"She put a soiled tablecloth on to-
highland | had to change it my
self. And when ! asked her to make
some anchovy toast for a relish she
said cooks get $50 a month for max
ing those fancy dishes. Hurry, dear;
never mind the bottom ones-I can
hook those"
"Here-you hold still! You wanted
me to fasten this-didn't your
She drew away from his still FUN
bling fingers and darted out into the
kitchen Maggie was fixing the salad.
Helen maintained a cold. disapprOv-
ing silence as she sliced the bread
cut the crust off to make small
squares and put them on the broiler
in the already heated oven.
The heat flushed her face and she