Bedford inquirer. [volume] (Bedford, Pa.) 1857-1884, 1865-05-19
BEDFORD. Pa, FRIDAY. MAY 10, 1865.
.'Yes-that is, l have taken a little exer

else. .
A little 1t seemed that every acquain-
lance he mustered on his bowing list made
a point of meeting him on that particular
morning, ofall others, and has confusion and
modification were acute in the extreme ere
he reached home, tired, painting and breath
| less, as the clock struck eleven
I'm have nurse for you, my young
friends, before the world is a day Cider" he
said, grinding his teeth with lmpotent wrath
as he deposited Pet and Tommy on the
floor, and went weary about his household
duties.
How are you now, Cany?" he said,
about an hour afterwards, throwing himself
into chair by her bedside, and tanning HIM
self with the newspaper he had laid there
that morning.
About the same, dear; How does the
housekeeping get along n
1T don t. get along at all.
is dinner ready?"
'Dinnerl" echoed Peter, in sort of dis
mayed tone why, | haven't got through
with breakfast yet p
But it is twelve O clock.
Il don't care if ii is TWENTY-FIVE o'clock
"a man cant do forty things at once. !"
yet, remarked Garry, quietly, '1you
would scarcely have remarked the force of
that remark, as coming from me, ifmymeals
were not punctual to a minute.
Mr.. Carver began TO whistle.
Where are the children Z asked his
wife.
'In bed They were too much for me ;
so / undressed them and put them to bed
to get them out of the way
IL
Poor me, | should think, said Mr.
Peter Carver, irately. Il hadquite enough
to do without them. / have broken the
plates and scalded my leg with kettle of
boiling water, and melted off the nose Of the
teapot, and lost my diamond ring In the
ash barrel, end cut my fingers with the car
wing knife already. Is not that enough n
'Ishould think so, smiled Garry. Have
you looked after the pickles and baked fresh
pies n
tNo."
Nor blackened the range, nor cleaned
the knives, nor scrubbed up the kitchen
floor n
''NoP
''Nor made the beds, nor swept thecham-
bers, nor busted the parlors, nor polished
the windows, nor heard the childrens' les
sons, nor taken care Of the canary birds,
nor
'Stop for mercy is sake, stop p ejaeula-
ted Mr.. Peter Carver, tearing wildly at his
hair. You don't mean to say that all you
do all these things every day r.
II do most certainly-and long before
twelve O. clock And yet you wonder that |
am not dressed and cultivating my mind be-
fore eleven.
"I'm donkey said Peter Carver, with
charming candor
And you say, persisted the merciless
Garry, that child of ten years old could
do tie work of this family; you declare that
were you manager things would be altogeth-
er different. .
S'So they would,' aamIrrta Peter; ssbut
j dUn' know thatthe difference would be an
improvement
aDo you wonder that [ am weary and
worn out, and that / feel the necessity for
some assistance?
My dear Carry" said Peter, penitently,
a nurse and chambermaid here, just as
soon as | can possibly obtain them-you
shall be drudge no longer"
Garry 5 soft eyes filed with tears as her
husband bent over to press a kiss on her
nps DeIore ne went uOWn stairs 10 resume
his domestic avocations.
A few minutes afterwards the unskilled
cook was scorching his whiskers over a grid
iron, which alarmed him by suddenly blazing
up into his face, without the least Fremont
tory symptom, when light step crossed the
kitchen floor, and little hand took the
handle of the gridiron from his sgrasp.
II release you from duty, sir, smiled
the wife. My ankle is better now.
Il say, Garry ~
''Well. y
''Tell the truth now. Wasn't that ankle
business little exaggerated, just to give me
a lesson p
Don't you think the lesson was needed?'
He put back the brown hair with loving
touch-and she knew that her days of trial
and trouble were over.