The Pageland journal. [volume] (Pageland, S.C.) 1911-1978, 1917-03-28
Observation-Disclosures
THE CROSS.EYED COOK

Iuey udu nau nine COOKS, anO most OF
the time had been without a servant
at all. After each and every departure
Of the presiding danes Of the culinary
department Of the Brooks household,
Mrs. Brooks declared that she was sick
and tired Of fooling with them, and
that thereafter she would do all The
cooking with her own fair hands. Mrs.
Brooks was long on enthusiasm, but a
trifie short on experience aud skill,
and after week or two Of wheat
cakes with all the taste and jucineSs
Of asbestos. chops with all the endur-
ance and elasticity of rope-ends, and
coffee that tasted like q chill tonic,
Mr.. Brooks was wont to declare that
she was simply wearing herself to
FRAGILE; that he wasn't going to have
1t any longer, and that q cook must be
Immediately signed up.
1t was on the first evening after they
had moved into a new fiat, and just
otter Mr.. Brooks had taken a stand Of
this sort that Mrs. Brooks announced
that she had that day engaged new
cook, who had promised to appear on
the following morning
On his return home from the office
the following evening, instead of Mrs.
Brooks, he met at the door Of the
fiat an apparition that made him give
perceptible start before he could
control himself. 1t was q huge, bony
white-turbaned negress, with q COM
plexion Of Stygian blackness and the
cross-eyedest pair Of cross-eyes that
ing.
He walked back into the fiat won
dering where his wife could be. That
person came bouncing in almost ut
that instant. explaining that she had
just run out for some flowers, the oc-
casion being one that seemed to call
for some celebration. "Have you seen
her" she demanded.
"Oh, it's a her, is it?" said Mr.
Brooks. "rm glad you told me or I
might not have known. Yes, l have
seen her, and I am still trife weak
from the shock"
What is the name Of this ill-fayored
daughter Of Ham?"
"Gwendolyn," replied Mrs. Brooks.
"Gwendolyn," repeated her husband,
sinking weakly down upon couch.
1t was very agreeable odor that
smote Mr.. Brooks nostrils as he lifted
the cover from Gwendolyn's dishes
And they proved to be no false her
aids. Not many times in his life had
he sat down to so satisfying a meal,
he soon found himself saying Slipping
a cup OF delicious coffee, Mr.. Brooks
lit cigar, pushed his chair back from
the table, and forthwith pronounced
the gargoylian Gwendolyn the original
pearl OF great price. Mr.. Brooks, in
ract, was so pleased and satisfied that
he could not resist the temptation to
tease his young wife little.
Il might have known, though" he
said gloomily. that there would be
some thorn to the rose. How could
you have deliberately invited bad luck
oy bringing q crOss-eyed negro into
the fat just as we have moved into
itr'
Mrs. Brooks looked up in alarm. Her
eyes wtdened. "Why, really, are they
bad luck| she inquired anxiously.
Are they bad luck?" he repeated
solemnly. DO you mean to tell me
that you've lived almost twenty-five
years and never heard that about q
cross-cyed negro. Why, my dear child.
they're almost the worst luck there is. u
How dreadful"' exclaimed Mrs.
brooks, looking as If some horrible ca
lamity had already befallen. "What
are we going to do about it?"
Nothing" said Mr.. Brooks. "We'Il
Just stand pat. You see it may be
years and years before this bad luck
happens, so there's no use Worrying
about It"
Meals at the Brooks fiat continued
to be enjoyable. Gwendolyn remained
gloomy and silent. but she proved her
SELF a born cook. and Brooks wended
MS way homeward every evening with
great satisfaction in the thought of the
dinner that was waiting him.
IL was month or two after Gwendo-
iyn's initial triumph that Mr.. Brooks
went home one evening and found his
"i1e cooking dinner and also herself
In the kitchen. She explained that 1t
was Gwendolyn's afternoon off.
II was after her husband had eaten
bravely through the meal that Mrs.
Brooks gathered herself together and
suddenly burst out:
John. just now l told you only a
nair truth. 1t is the cooks day off, but
she Isn't coming back any more"
"WhatT almost shrieked Mr..
Brooks. What has happened?"
i've discharged her." said nrs
Brooks almost tearfulIy.
discharged herr! shouted Mr.
Brooks. What does all this mean ."
wen. you see. Harry, 1t was like
this. began Mrs. Brooks tremhlinoly