South Branch intelligencer. [volume] (Romney, Va. [W. Va.]) 1830-1896, 1866-10-05
II T. nj = r. II.

cr-lasting racket raised about his ears p
Children crying-doors samhing-I will
know the reason of all this uproar!
MIR. Luke Darcy shut the door of his bed
room with considerable emphasis, and went
straight to the breakfast. parlor.
All was bright, and quiet, and pleasant
there the coal swapping and sparkling in
the crate, tho china and silver neatly arrang-
cd on the spotlcss damask cloth, and the
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All the field Of battle was reached n
last. Mrs. Darcy sat in her little low chair
before the fire, trying to quiet the encrect
ic screams of an eight months old scion of
the house of Darcy, while anothcr-a rosy
boy of five years-lay on his back, prone on
the floor, kicking and crying in an ungov-
crnablc fit of childish passion.
'Mrs. Darcy. cnunciatcd Luke, with
slow and ominous, precision, may inquire
what all this mcans2 Are you aware that
it Is fifteen minutes to nine O'Clock Do
you know that breakfast is waitinc?'
Il know, Luke know said moor pcr-
pcrplexcd Mrs. Darcy, striving vainly to
lift the rebcllious urchin up by one arm.-
Come, Freddy, you're going to be good,
now mamma is sure, and get up to washed
'No-o-o" roarcd Master Freddy, per
forming brisk tattoo OH the carpet with
his heels, and clawing the air furiously.
Like an avcnging vulturc, Mr. Darcy
pounccd abruptly down on his son and heir,
carried him promptly to the closet, and
turned the key upon his screams.
'Now, sir, you can cry it out at your lcis-
,lre Evelyn, nurse is waiting for the ba-
by. Well 90 down stairs to breakfast
'l'ut, Luke hcsitatcd Mrs Darcy, you
won't leave Freddy there"
Wont ]? Id like TO know why not ?
It's temper, and nothing else, that is at the
bottom OF all :hcsc demonstrations, and I'll
conquer that temper, or Ill know the rca-
son why. 1t ought to have been checked
long ago, but Nou are so ridiculously indul-
gent. There's nothing have so little tol-
crancc for as 4 bad tcmper-nothinr that
"nght %,Sa1 to be soero"ptly and severely dealt
But if he'll say he's sorry, Luke p
Mr.. Darcy raped sharply at the panels
Of the door.
Are you sorry for your naughtincss, young
man =
y fresh outburst of screams and a renew
| al Of the tattoo was all the answer
I'm sure he's sorry, Luke pleaded the
all-cxtenuating mother, but Mr. Darcy shook
| his head
Entire submission is the only thing l
will listen to- he said, shortly. Itcll you,
Evelyn, l AIN determined 10 uproot this
temper
And Evelyn, with dcwy moisture shad-
owing her eyclashcs, and dull ache at her
heart, followed her licgc lord down to the
breakfast table, with as little appetite for
the coffee and toast and eggs as might be.
a tall, bluc-cycd young lady, with pro-
fusion of bright chestnut hair, and cheeks
like rose velvet, was already at the table
when they descended, by name Clara Pruyn,
BY lineage Mrs. Darcy's sister. She opened
her blue eyes rather wide as the two entered
Tood gracious, Evy, what's the matter p
Nothing, answered Luke, tartly. tMrs.
Darcy, you appear to forget that have cat
en- no breakfast
Something is the matter, though said
Clara, shrcwcdly.
what is it, Evelyn? Has Luke had one
| OF his tantrumS
Luke set down his coffee cup with sharp
sclink.'
You use very peculiar expressions, Miss
Pruyn.'
Very true ones said Clara, saucily.
Evelyn smiled in spite of herself.
Its only Freddy, who feels alittlc cross,
"a liulc cross" interrupted the indig-
nant husband. Il tell you, Evelyn, it's
quite time that temper was checked. Oh
that parrot what an intolerablc scrccching
lie keeps up! Mary, take that bird into the
kitchen, or shall be tempted to wiring its
neck. Strange that man can't have a
little peace once in while What does
all these eggs, Evelyn2 l thought asked
you to sec that they were boiled fit for
Christians to cat
Mr.. Darcy gave his egg, shell and all, q
vindictivc throw upon the crate. Evclyn's
brown eyes sparklcd dangerously as she OBJ,
served the manruvrc, but she made no re.
mark.
And the plates arc as cold as stone,
when I've implorcd, again and again, that
they might be warmed. Well, shall ca,
no breakfast this morning
Whom will you punish most p demand
cd Miss Clara Evelyn, give me another
cup of cofFce-it Is perfectly delightful
Luke pushed his chair back with ven.
gcance, and took up his stand with his back
to the FIRE, both hands under his coat-tails
please, sir,' said the servant, dctrcca
tingly advancing, thc gas-bill-thc fiat
snys, would you settle it whilc--'
No! roarcd Luke, tcmpcstuously.- -