Life — July 4, 1907 — page 34: what you’re looking at

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Coca-Cola is full of vim, vigor and go—is a snappy drink. ‘Thirst-quenching, delicious and refreshing. 5c.—Sold Everywhere—5Sc. Guaranteed under the Pure Food and Drugs Act, June 30, 1906. Serial No. 3324, “You poor man! Of course, I will help you. Come in here and we'll discuss the matter. I have an engagement at the Council Club, but never mind, I'll cancel it.” In spite of his protestations she insisted upon telephoning. “Now,” she said, when she had finished, “I am free—that is for on hour. The Mothers’ Ethical Society does not mect until five. I simply must be there, as I am to read a paper. Now! Let us see what can be done. Tell me everything!” The Professor explained at greater length. He went through in hideous detail his recent interview with the cook and her untimely departure. For the first time in his life he talked servants and he did it with all the dramatic enthusiasm and oratory of a suburban bride. “And here I am,” he ended, “with no cook, no chambermaid, no nurse, my poor wife in the hospital and nothing to cat in the house.” At the end of his recital Mrs. Quester rose triumphantly. “What you need,” she cried, “is some good, hard-working woman, honest and respectable, who will come in and tide you over.” “A woman of superior attainments,” asked the Professor, “some one who has a mental grasp on the situation ?”” “Not necessarily. Almost any one who has—well, common sense and can cook, Ah! if I were only at liberty. But I will go right down-town. There are several places on my way to the club. I will secure such a person. I'll telephone.” She rose. “T'll go at once at any moment. right.” She held out her hand. There is no time to lose. Expect to hear from me Now, my dear friend, don’t worry! It will be all The tears of gratitude rose unbidden to the eyes of the Professor. Only in time of trouble, he thought to himself, do we know our friends. Thus they parted. He had been gone over an hour, and as with an appalling sense of trepidation he opened the door of his own domicile he was conscious of something unexpected. He stopped and listened attentively, as a physician listens at the heart of his patient. ‘The sounds were normal. fed the air. An undesirable odor of cooking pervaded it Making his way to the door of the kitchen—a place he never had seen before—he pushed it open and stood face to face with Mrs. Coots. That lady—if such a distinguished name can be applied to one so humbly engaged—was busy broiling a steak. Sundry pots stood near by on the stove, bubbling contentedly to themselves, indicating that the steak was not alone; was, indeed, surrounded by its peers; and the children, grouped at a respectful distance, were watching the whole proceeding with respectful and anticipatory interest. “Good afternoon, Professor. You see I’ve taken possession.” “Dear me, Mrs. Coots. This is quite unexpected. Really it’s too much to ask. Can't I do something—be of any assistance to you?” The new cook waved her bare arm authoritatively. “No, no—you'd only be in the way. Leave me alone.” “But it’s awfully good of you.” Mrs. Coots smiled. There was the faintest suggestion of a satiric chuckle in it. “Don’t flatter yourself. I'm not doing it for you. I’m doing it for your poor, dear overworked wife. Now don’t bother us, please. I'll jet you know when everything is ready. There won't be much style, but something good to eat. Go up-stairs and make yourself quite com- fortable.” It was fortunate for the Professor that he possessed a reflective tem- perament, not casily moved by impulse. He withdrew, with an uncomfortable feeling that he had been treated in his own house with a total lack of respect. “A truly disagreeable person,” he muttered, “but evidently she is well meaning and has a kind heart. In the emergency it is better for me to accept her good offices. How fortunate that I can control myself so completely.” Not long afterward the telephone bell rang—long and vigorously, as if the operator had been unconsciously compelled to emphazize her calling by the personality at the other end “Ah, Professor, this is Mrs. Quester. Delighted to hear your voice. Do you know I was thinking about you after I left you—what a per- fectly dreadjul experience for you—for one of your intense refinement and extreme sensitiveness. The world owes so much to your intellectual attainments, it seems such a pity for you to be disturbed even for a moment. Perjectly horrid! Really, you should never be burdened with