The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1920-09-08
Revelations
Ofu Wife
BY ADELE GARRISON.
How oicky's Mother Made Coffee.

How Dicky's Mother Made Coffee.
heard voices in the kitchen when
awake after my farewell to Jack and
reconciliation to Dicky which had fol-
lowed
The sounds startled me. Who could
be with Katie at this hour, for it was
barely daylight? One would natur
ally think that after my long wake
fulness of the night before, when l
could not shut the image of my broth
er-cousin's sad, stern face from my
mind, that 1 would sleep late. But it
is a popularity of mine that a wake
full night with me means an unusu-
ually early rising.
Dkcky was sleeping soundly, his
mouth open. He did not look par
ticularly attractive in the struggling
light of the gray dawn. l have heard
it said somewhere that no one but
little child should ever be seen
asleep, and I thoroughly agree with
with one person who said it.
l slipped quietly out of bed so as
not to awaken Dicky and drew the
covers which 1 had displaced snugly
about him. Then 1 put on my heavy
bathrobe and thrust my feet into a
pair of high, fur-trimmed bedroom
shoes before going into the kitchen.
AS 1 neared the kitchen door L could
distinguish the identity of the voices.
They were those of Kate and my
mother in law. wondered If Dicky's
mother could be i'll and had needed
hot water or Katie's aid.
AS I opened the door saw that my
fears were unfounded. My mother-in-
law stood by the kitchen cabinet, fully
dressed, in the neatest of gray wool
gowns, sheer embroidered linen bands
at her neck and throat. Her hair
was carefully coiffed with the merest
trifle of lace set on the top of it. A
business-li like white apron enveloped
her from head to foot.
Before Mrs. Graham ,on the cabinet,
stood a handled saucepan. A glass of
freshly ground coffee, an egg, an egg
cup, a measuring cup and a spoon
were also on the shelf of the cabinet
Katie stood by with curiosly mingled
emotions written on her face. She
was a trifle sullen, evidently a bit re-
sentful at the elder Mrs. Graham's in
vasion of her kitchen. But also on her
face was written the look of eagerness
with which Katie welcomed the learn
ing of any new culinary trick.
Very Special Instructions.
Il suppose my face must have shown
my establishment, but my mother in
law was not in the least discomfited
Good morning, Margaret" she said
pleasantly. 81 was just showing Katie
how to make coffee"
TT was on the tip of my tongue to
say: I'VE have always been perfectly
satisfied with Katie's Coffee" but II
RETAINED.
you do not care for coffee made in
the percolator?" 1 inquired, trying to
keep my voice casual.
TT is not fit to drink" she returned
crisply, and then turned to Katie with
the appearance Of ignoring me com
pletely.
Now Katie she said brislIly,
please attend to me. l shall have to
go over these instructions again" Her
manner was that of the mistress of
the kitchen, resenting the intrusion of
an outsider.
felt as though my presence was not
desired. But there is a streak of OBJ
sinacy in me, and made up my mind
that / would not be driven from my
own kitchen by the covert insoIence
of any women, even that of my hus-
bands mother.
Take one tablespoonful of coffee
for each cup that yoaA expect to serve
said my mother in law. For instance
always take two cups, my son one,
Mrs. Graham here" she paused hes
itatingly.
Usually one" I said coIdly.
zone" she repeated calmly, and |
yourself one?" She looked at Katie.
Katie always takes more than one |
cup, said, knowing the girls fond |
ness for coffee.
She can add more water them my |
mother-in -law said brusruely More |
than one cup isn't good for girl, |