The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1865-02-01
Mr.. Carver turned scarlet--this was
he mystery of Mrs. Gray's uncoatrsllable

the mystery of Mrs. Gray uncontrsllable
amusement
"A man can't ceok and keep himself
Clean said he pettishly.
I Then be remembered, with remerseful
pang, how white Carry's cellars and cuffs
always were, and how spbtless and pure
her mornias wrappers Invariably looked.
Aud he sat down, tired and spiri.less, to
a repast Of half-cs.ked meat and liquid
mud, by courtesy termed coffee.
Stuff = he calculated, throwing the
coffee spitefully ints the sink. Il wonder
how Carry did it's sure it seemed
easy enough. Now, 1 suppose, L have
got to wash these dishes
He looked dispairingly around at the
chaos that rsignsd in the kitchen.
"Nine o'clock as hye-and nothing
dose. Well, 1 see very plainly that
there's no office fer me to day. Now,
then, what is wanting?"
s'The clothes fer the wash, please, sir?"
said little girl, ceurtesying humbly at
the door 5st.
Cup stairs and down stairs, and in my
lady's chamber" went Peter Carver, lay
ing hands on whatever he considered
proper prey fer the wash tub, rummaging
in bureau drawers, upheayiDg the cen
tents of trunks, and turning wardrobes
inside cut for mortal hour before he
had completed the requisite search, The
kitchen was empty when he returned.
"Where. are the children was his first
alarmed thought, expressing himself un-
consciously in words.
II saw them 60 out the door, please
sir" said the little girl.
"Was it long ago?"
'sNe, sir-not very; it might be fifteen
minutes"
Peter rent off the towel wherewith he
had girdled himself, and set off in hot
chase after the missing ones, The July
sun was beginning to glew intensely in
the heavens, the pavemsnts reflected the
ardent shine with tenfold heat, and poor
Peter Carver was nearly melted inte moth
ingness ere he espied, in the train Of a
haad organ and monkey, his hopeful son
and heir, with Pet following, beth nearly
unrecognizable from dust, perspiration
and molasses.
"Come home, this instant, you little
wretches !" CALCULATED Peter, quite fer
getting in his rage the emollieut precepts
inculcated as the parents guide, and law
ishing a shower of not very caressing
words on his offspring as he promptly
arrested them.
! Neither of them would walk-in fact,
the little wanderers were far tee weary.
Sb Mr.. Carver mounted one ON each arm
and carried them, Timber and unresisting,
through the streets.
':Good day, Mr.. Carver" said Judge
Mason with rather surprised loek; have
ysu been cut fer walk?'
Peter thought of his dripping face and
hatless head, and looked at the dirty
scions of his race, ere he answered, sheep
ishly enough,
"Yes--that is, I have taken little
exercise"
A little It seemed that every ac-
quaintance he mustered on his bowing
list made point of meeting him on that
particular morning, Of all others, and his
tcenfusisn and modification we're acute in
the extreme ere he reached home, tired,
painting and breathless, as the cleck struck
eleven
"1'll have a nurse for yeu, nay young
friends, before the world is day older,
he said, grinding his teeth with impeten'
wrath, as he deposited Pet and Tommy
on the floor, and went away about hi.
household duties.
"Hew are you now, Carry?" he said
about an hour afterwards, throwing him
self into chair by her bedside, and fan
ming himself with a newspaper he ha'
, laid there that morning.
"Abeut the same, dear. How does tn
: housekeeping get alsng2"
= at don't get along at all"
ais dinner ready?'
"Dinner' echoed Peter, in a sort Q
disnayed tone; "why, l haven't ss
through with breakfast YETI
: "But it is twelve o'clock"
. "I don't care if tits twenty five e'cloo
"a man cant do forty things at once
Yet" remarked Garry, quietly, "Je
= would scarcely have remarked the ferc
81 Of that remark, as coming from nae,
Is my meals we're net punctual to minute
Mr.. Carver began to whistle.
"a "Where are the ehildren?" asked h
8. wife.
a "In bed They were toe much for m
IT, SO addressed them and put them to be
ee to get them out Of the way"
: "Pssr thingsl" said Carry.
:sPoor me, I should think" said n
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