Bedford inquirer. [volume] (Bedford, Pa.) 1857-1884, 1865-05-19
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A little 1t seemed that every acouain-
tance he mustered on his bowing list made
point of meeting him on that particular
morning, ofan others, and his confusion and
modification were acute in the extreme ere
be reached home, tired, parting and breath
less, as the clock struck eleTen
sI'll have a nurse for you, my young
friends, before the world is p day older, 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, Ctrry?" he said,
about an hour afterwards, throwing himself
into chair by her bedside, and tanning him
self with the newspaper ne had laid there
that morning.
ssAbout the same, dear. How does the
housekeeping get along
1T don t get along at all
is dinner ready 2"
Dinner I" echoed Peter in a sort of dis
mayed tone; why, | havn't got through
with breakfast yet I"
'sBut it is twelve o cloel.
II don't care if it is twenty-five o'clock
"a man can t do forty things at once. -
Yet, . remarked Cary, quietly, you
would scarcely have renlrked the force of
that remark, as coming fom me, ifmymeals
were not punctual to minute. 7"
Mr.. Carver began to Whistle.
Where are the Children p asked his
wife.
In bed. They weretoo much for me
so | undressed them ami put them to bed,
to get them out of the Fay.
'sPoor things p said Garry.
''Poor me, | should think, said Mr.
Peter Carver, irately. i had quite 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 p
''Ishould think so, smiled Carry. "Have
you looked after the pickles and baked fresh
pies 2"
mo"
Nor blackened the range, nor cleaned
the knives, nor scrubbed up the kitchen
floor p
''Nol"
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 s sake, stop n ejacula-
ted Mr.. Peter Carver, tearing wildly at his
hair. You don't mean to say that all you
do all these things every day p
Il 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 mercilese
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. "
So they wuuid, - admitted Potter, shut
| don t know thatthe difference would be an
improvement.
hDo you wonder that l am weary and
worn out, and that feel the necessity for
some assistance"
My dear Carry, said Peter, penitently,
81 have been brute. I'll have a cook and
a nurse and a chambermaid here, just as
soon as | can possibly obtain them-you
shall be drudge no longer"
Garry S soft eyes filed with tears as her
husband bent over to press kiss on her
lips before he went down stairs to resume
his domestic ayocations.
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 premoni-
tory symptom, when light step crossed the
kitchen floor, and a little hand took the
handle of the gridiron from hisgrasp.
i release you from duty, sir, smiled
the wife. My ankle is better now.
Il say, Garry 2"
"Well. y
''Tell the truth now. Wasn't that ankle
business a little exaggerated, just to give me
a lesson %
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.