Evening star., 1915-11-27
the form of middle-aged woman
whom she discovered to be the house

| the form of middle-aged woman
whom she discovered to be the house
keeper.
I'm mighty glad to see you. miss. "
said this person. 1--WE tried my best
to cook for this family, but it's hard
matter to please them
III please them or wiring their
necks," remarked Betty. getting into a
gingham frock. Whats supposed to
| be the hour when they dine. or sup. or
have whatever meal you call it,"
Supper at 6. Breakfast at s. Dinner
| is supposed to be anywhere from IL to
2 o'clock. unless there are orders to
| the contrary"
! WHO washes dishes?" = -ss 49, ' = -
Both of u.s." was the quick reply.
But the son of the house occa asionally
| tries his hand at it. He messes around
in the kitchen frequently. He likes to
cook, he says"
I'll mess him." remarked Betty.
The idea of any man coming in to
muss up my clean dishes!
| Now, in her mothers kitchen Betty
and Bruce in the golden days of their
engagement had gay1y concocted many
| an impromptu meal. But that was diff
ferent.
But where are the people?" demand
ed Betty on the second day after her
arrival. Il haven't seen a soul since l
| came here but you. What's the matter
with our family? Has it died or gone
fox trotting?"
Don't you worry-our, family will
make you step high once it appears.
1t will be on hand for a hot supper
tonight
Betty looked very thoughtful. Il
shall have smothered chicken. riced
potatoes. hot biscuits. and there'Il be
india relish. besides pound cake and
creamed peaches If they can with
stand these they are a heather family
Not heather at ALL" objected the
housekeeper. They are converts to
the Church of England-rich and high
" respectable--but eccentric. The
son. Thr mother has a high nose and a
firm belief that what she doesn't know
cannot be found in books. The son
is good sort. Better put your bon
out of the cold. His name is Ted. They
drink coffee three times every day.
I'll wait on the table
Thank you" said Betty. sweetly.
home. Betty had not the slightest
glimpse of either the mother or the
son. But both sent out words of the
highest praise by the housekeeper.
If this grade and quality of cookery
was specimen of what the new cook
could do she must consider herself
under a lifelong engagement. Yes.
indeed.
Her corncakes and crisp bacon were
exactly right in the morning. Really.
what a jewel they had secured, cried
he mother as she rose from the table.
iii just go see what she's like" she
| remarked, descending the steps that
, led to the Kitchen
Betty rose rather pale as she saw her
coming. Behind his mother and loom
ing above her a little walked the son.
Yes, he. too, must see what the new
cook looked like. Was she fat and
fair and forty-older than that, prob
ably-to be so fine cook? Anyway.
he would stand in with this necessary
person. He glanced about. his eye fall
ing on Betty, who by now was white
as death
why, Betty" he exclaimed, going
toward her.
Bruce. she muttered. trembling
like a leaf.
You here? 1 can't believe my eyes.'
he cried
do you know this person?" asked
madam haughtily. Explain yourself"
Know herr CALCULATED the son. put
ting his arm around Betty. Il certain
ly do She is Betty Jones, the girl
that threw me over and broke my
heart and trampled on it. Yes. I know
her, to my cost. 1 told you about
Betty"
Why. you little villain" said the
housekeeper to Betty. pretending to
me all this while that you were a
stranger, yet knowing the family
we'll"
Il am a stranger" wept Betty. "I
never saw this lady before. Take your