Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1866-08-31
Miscellany.
TEMPER.

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. rebellion Chaos turned inside out !
What is the reason a man can't be allow
ed to sleep peaceably in the morning
without this everlasting racket in his ears
Children crying--doors slamming--I will
know the reason of all this uproar t'
Mr.. Luke Darcy shut the door of his
bedroom 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, the china and silver neatly ar
ranged on the spotless damask CLOTH and
the green parrot drowsily winking his
yellow eyes in the sunny glow of the
eastern window-Bedlam plainly wasn't
located just there, and Mr.. Darcy went
stormlly up stairs to the nursery.
All the field OF battle was reached at
last. Mrs. Darcy sat in her little low
chair before the fire, trying to quiet the
energetic screams of an eight months old
scion of the house of Darcy, while another
"a rosy boy of five years-lay on his
back, prone on the floor, kicking and cry
ing in an ungovernable fit of childish pas
sion.
Mrs. Darcy" enunciated Luke
with slow and ominous precision, " may
inquire what all this means? Are you
aware that it is fifteen minutes past nine
O'Clock Do you know that breakfast is
waiting?"
know, Luke know" said poor per-
picked Mrs. Darcy, striving vainly to lift
the rebellious urchin up by one arm
+" Come, Freddy, you're going to be good,
now, mamma is sure, and get up and be
washed"
"No--o-o." roared Master Freddy,
performing brisk tattoo on the carpet
with his heels, and clawing the air furious
ly.
Like an avenging vulture Mr.. Darcy
pounced 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
leisure. Evelyn, the nurse is waiting for
the baby. Wen go down stairs to break
fast"
But, Luke" hesitated Mrs. Darcy,
you won't leave Freddy there 2"
s. Wont J? I'd like TO know why not /? |
It's temper, and nothing else, that is at
the bottom of all these demonstrations.
and I'll conquer that temper or I'll know
the reason why. 1t ought to have been
checked long ago, but you are SO ridicu-
ously indulgent. There's nothing have
80 little tolerance for as a bad temper
nothing that ought to be so promptly and
severely dealt with"
=" But if he'll say he's sorry, Luke ?"
Mr.. Darcy raped sharply at the panels
# the door.
Are you sorry for your naugh .iness,
'oung man ?"
A fresh outburst of screams and re-
Iewal of the tattoo was all the answer.
I'm sure he's sorry, Luke" pleaded
he all-extenuating mother, but Mr.. Darcy
hook his head.
Entire submission is the only thing /
7ill listen to-" he said sharply. 81 tell
ou, Evelyn, l am determined to uproot
his temper"
And Evelyn, with dewy moisture
hadowing her eyelashes, and dull ache
her heart, followed her liege lord down
} the breakfast table, with as little appe-
te for the coffee, tea and toast as might
A tall, blue-eyed young lady, with
rofusion of bright chestnut hair. and
heeks like rose velvet, was already at
le table when they descended by name.
lara Pruyn, by lineage, Mrs. Darcy's
ster. She opened hei blue eyes rather
'ide as the two entered.
Good gracious, Evy. what's the mat
# ?"
Nothing" answered Luke, e,tartly, g. Mrs.
'arcy, you appear to forget that have
lten no breakfast"
- Something is the matter, though" said
lara, shrewely. "What is it, Evelyn ?
as Luke had one of his tantrums %
Luke set down his coffee cup with a
arp clink.
/" You use very peculiar expressions,
iss Pruyn."
(" Very true ones," said Clara saucily.
Evelyn smiled in spite of herself.
" It's only Freddy, who feels little !
Oss, and-' ;
" A little cross y interrupted the indig- !
Mt husband. al tell you, Evelyn, it's
ite time that temper was checked. OH
1t parrot what an intolerable screech-
: he keeps up. Mary, take that bird !.
o the kitchen or / shall be tempted to !
ing its neck. Strange that man can't
ye little peace once in while. What !.