Octave Thanet says that men use a chafing dish better than women. Perhaps it is because there is a gaudy triumph about chaflng dish processeg which there is not in other cooking exploits. Men never like to work behind a screen. They enjoy the tumult and the crowd and the cheering whcn they strike a telling blow. A woman ia nervous to see a dozen eyes on her. Her ears tingle at the good-natured comments. She is frightened, she loses confidence in herself. She looks furtively across the table at the man for whom she cares for more than all the rest, and he is telling (#e lady who gives such cuarming dinners that he must send nis wife over to her for a series of lessons - and it is all over for the poor creature at the alcohol lamp. If she be wise she will tip the lamp over and cover her retreat. A man's self-confldence is of stouter fibre. He isn't looking at his wife, he is looking at his dish; if any ingrediënt be missing to cali loud and spare not - 'or that was volee given; naturally he gets everything, whether he has forgotten anything or no, and the entire service of the meal stops until he has had his will. A man will have two maids and a large stately butler running about the waiting room on his prephration of terrapin a la Maryland, )T lobster a la Newberg; and he will be no whit embarrassed. A woman is scared to interrupt the feast by withirawing one servant. And the man is right and the woman is wrong; for people can walt for their wine or their 3auces, but an alcohol name walts on no man. But the difference between man and woman as cooks is too near sther burning questions for one to disïuss with the thermometer at 90.