South Branch intelligencer. [volume] (Romney, Va. [W. Va.]) 1830-1896, 1866-10-05
Mary rctreated prccipitatcly. Clara rails

Cd hcr long brown cyclaShcs.
do you know, Luke said she demurely,
Il think you would feel a great deal bettcI
if you would just do as Freddy docs.
lie fat down on the floor, and kick yous
heels against the carpet fora while. It's IN
excellent escape valve when your choler
gets the better of you.
Luke gave his mischicvous sistcr-in la,;
a glance that ought certainly to have anniI
Inflated her, and walked out of the roon,j
closing the door behind him with banf
that would bear no interpretation. ThcI
Clara came round to her sisters side, AMI
Sss5isa ahs1 Rjpk e,Gs 81 j Eysyn,s neck:
naughty to tease Luke SO p
Nave spoken nothing but the truth
- Evelyn, quietly, with her coral lips
l pressed, and Il scarlet spot burning on
q, er check. CLARA, I sometimes wonder
fk6W1 can endure the daily cross of my hus-
bands temper!
Temper" said Clara, with a toss of her
chcstuut-brown lair. sAnd the poor dear
fellow hasn't the least idea how disagreca-
bic he makes himself
only this morning. said Evelyn, shc
punished Freddy with unrelcntinS severity
for fit of ill-humor which he himself has
duplicated within the last half hour am
not moralist, but it strikes me that the
fault is rather more to be ccnsurcd in full
grown reasoning man than in child
Evelyn said Clara, gravcly, 'doyou sup.
pose he is beyond the power of cure 2
hope not; but what can do? Shut
him up as he shut little Frcldy?'
ErnIyn'S tf1,1., Il,
was checked by the arch, peculiar express.
ion in Clara's blue eyes.
'Thc remedy needs to be something short
and sharp said Clara, 'and the dark k-closct
system certainly combines both requisites.
Tears and Mysteries are played out long
ago in matrimonial skirmishcs, you know,
Evy'
Nonsense laughed Mrs. Darcy, rising
from the brcakfast-tablc in obedience to her
husbands pcrcmptory summons from above
stairs, while Clara shrugged her shoulders
and went to look for her work-baskct.
Luke was standing in front of his bureau.
drawer, flinging shirts, collars, cravats and
stockings rccklcssly on the bedroom floor.
ia like to know where my silk handhcs-
chiefs are, Mrs. Darcy " he fumcd. 81
state as my bureau is in. It's cpou4 -
It's enough to drive woman crazy,
think! said Evelyn, hopclcssly, stoopina
to pick up q few Of the scattered articles
You were at the bureau last, Luke. It il
your own fault"
My fault-of courscit's my fault" snail
cd Luke, giving Mrs. Darcy's poodle kicl
that sent it bowling to its mistress. ANY
thing but 4 woman's rctorting, rccrimina
ting tongue. Mrs. Darcy, 1 won't cndur,
it any longer"
Neither will I" said Evelyn, resolutcly
advancing, az her husband plunged into tn,
closet for his business coat, and prom pity
shutting and locking the door. Itlink w
endured it long cnough-and here's an eli,
to it"
'Mrs. Darcy. open the door! said Luke
scarcely able to credit the evidence of hi
own senses.
i shall do no such thing said Mrs. Oar
cy cy,composcdly, beginning to rcarrangc shirts
stockings, and flannel wrappers i'll their ap
propriatc rcccptaclcs.
Mrs. Darcy! roarcd Luke, at fever
heat ofimpotcnt rage, what OH earth do 20,
mean 2
Il mean to keep you in that clothes-prcss
Mr.. Darcy, until you have made up you
mind to come out in amorc amiablc frame o
mind. If the system succeeds with Frcdl'
it certainly ought to do with you; and al
sure your temper is proving much more in
tolcrablc than his.
There was dead silence in full sixty sec
onds in the closet, then 4 sudden burst Q
vocal wrath.
Mrs. Darcy! open the door this instant
madam
But Evelyn went on humming sauc
little air and arranging clothes.
do you hear mcT =
sYcs-I hear you
will you obey mc?'
'Notuntil you have solcmnly promised III
to put some sort Of control on that tempe
of yours; not until you pledge yourself here
treated, not rs a mcnial.'
| Il won't"
NO! Then in that case hope youdon'
find the atmosphere at all oppressive there
as think it probable you will remain som
time =
Another sixty seconds of dead silence
then sudden rain of heels and hands {
gainst the relentless wooden panels.
Let me out, say, Mrs. Darcy Madai
how dare you pcrpctratc this monstrous picc
of audacity p
My dear Luke, how strongly you do II
mind me Of Freddy You sec, there's notl
ing have SO little tolerance for as ba
temper.
1t ought to have been checked long ago
only you know I'm so ridiculously indu
gent
Mr.. Darcy WINGED little at the f,rnilia