The gazette-times. [volume] (Heppner, Or.) 1912-1925, 1914-10-01

deed"
"And now you must come in and
kiss Rosemary good night" she said,
glancing at my great Amsterdam clock
in the corner.
We went into the nursery. 1t was
past Rosemary's bedtime by nearly an
hour and the youngster was having
great difficulty in keeping awake She
managed to put her arms around my
neck when I took her up from the bed,
all tucked away in her warm little
nightie, and sleepily presented her own
little throat for me to kiss, that par
ticular spot being where the honey
came from in her dispensation of
sweets.
was full of exubcrance. An ire
sistible impulse to do a jig seized upon
me. To my own intense amazement,
and to Blake s horror, | began to dance
about the room like a clumsy kangaroo.
Rosemary shrieked delightedly into my
ear and | danced the harder for that.
The Countess, recovering from her sur
prise, cried out in laughter and began
to clap time with her hands. Blake for
got herself and sat down rather heavily
on the edge of the bed | think the
poor woman's knees gave way under
her.
"Hurrah!" I shouted to Rosemary,
but looking directly at the Countess.
"Wo're celebrating!
Only Blake s reserved and somewhat
dampening admonition brought me to
my senses.
"Pease don y drop the child, Mr..
Smart, " she said. ! had the great sat
isfaction Of hearing Rosemary cry when
delivered her up to Blake and started
to sink out of the room in the wake
of my warm checked hostess.
You would be wonderful father
sir, " said Blake, relentirg a little.
had the grace to say, ooh,
| pshaw!' and then got out while the
illusion was still alive. CAS- I've said
before | do not like CRYING baby.)
1t was the most wonderful dinner in
the world, Notwithstanding it was
served on kitchen table moved into
1 the living room for the occasion. I'm
| posing candelabra adorned the four
corners of the table and the very best
/ plate in the castle was put to use.
There were roses in the center of the
! board, a huge bowl of short temmed
Marechal Mel beauties The Countess
chair was pulled out by my stately but
| ler, Hawkes.; mine by the almost equal
| ly imposing footman, and we faced
each other across the bowl of roses
and lifted an American cocktail to the
health of those who were about to sit
down to the feast think it was one
of the best cocktails I've ever tasted.
! The Countess admitted having made it
herself, but wasn't quite sure whether
she used the right ingredients or the
correct proportions. She asked me what
/ thought of it,
''lt is the best Manhattan I've ever
tasted, " said /, warmly
Her eyes wavered. Also, / think, her
faith in me. at was meant to be a
Martini" she said sorrowfully.
Then we both sat down. Was it pos
sible that the corners of Hawkes.
mouth twitchedf l don't suppose
shall ever know
Ny sherry was much better than I |
thought, too. 1t was deliciously oily.
The champagne? But that came later,
so why anticipate joy with real.za
ton staring one in the facet
We began with a marvellous hors-
d'oeuvres. Then a clear soup, fish
aspec, "a Why rhapsodise' Let it be
sufficient if l say that in discussing
the Aladdin-hke feast I secretly and
faithfully promised my chef material
increase in wages. | had never sus.
pected him of being such a genius,
nor myself of being such Pantegrue-
liam disciple. / must mention the ALI
gator pear salad. For three weeks l
had been trying to buy alligator pears
in the town hard by. These came from
Paris. The chef had spoken to me
about them that morning, asking me
when l had ordered them. Inasmuch
as | had not ordered them at all, l
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