The Orangeburg news. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, 1869-06-12
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.stBeaiam let Aoose y andsinoniun ID |
febelliSh |! Chaos turned inside cut!
Wbatt Is, ,the, reason man cannot be al
bowed TO sleep in the morning without
this everlasting. racket raised about his
cass 2',s Ohildenr cryi,ig-doors slam.
ming--I will know the feasoh Of all this
,,bf6iIaTf t'sR-- 1fiis. "9l ltdH - ef
Mr., Luke Darcy shut tho door of his
bedroom a with considerable emphasis,
aud vent straight to the breakfast par
DOR.
All'was bright and quiet and pleasant
there cue coal swapping and sparkling
in the crate, the china and silver neatly
arranged on the. spotless dnmask cloth,
aud the green parrot drowsiiy winking
hiaLyellew'eyesgiG tie sunny glow Of the
eastern window-Bedlam plainly wasn't
located Just tthhs77S tths77 8, and Nj. Darcy vent
stormingly up stairs to the nursery.
All tho field of battle was gained at
iastm AIRS. Darcy sat in her little low
chair betere the fire, trying to quiet the
screams Of an eight months old baby
scion of the house of Darcy, while
aaother--a boy Of Ave years-lay on his
back. prone on the floor, kicking and
crying in an ungovernable fit Of childish
passion.
,si8Trss Dar--eyr' enunciated Luke,
with slow aud ominous precision, ''may
inquire what all this means? Are you
aware that It is fifteen minutes past nine
o'ciockg Do you know that breakfast is
waitipgf"
ssIA know Luke-I know" said poor,
perplexed Mrs. Darcy, striving vainly to
lift the rebcllious urchin up by one ri N,
@coane, Freddy, you aresgoing to be govd
now, nFm,na, is sure, and get up and be
wsshed."
( sNo--e!s roared Muster Freddy,
performing a brisk tattoo Gu the carpet
witl, his heels, and ciawins the air tip-
ss'S Il Ssiisass' s,;iis sTs. s.. ], !
pounced abruptly down on his son and
heir, and carried him promptly to the
closet, and turned the key upon his
screams.
"Now, sir, you can cry it out at your
leisure. Evelyn, nurse is waiting for the
baby. Well go down and breakfast"
"But, Luke" hesitatcd Mrs Darcy,
'you won't leave Freddy there"
won't; I'd like to know why not /?
It's temper, and nothing else, that is at
the bottom Of all of these dcmonstra-
tions, and I'll conquer that temper CIR III
know the reason why. 1t ought to have
been checked long ugo, but you are SO
ridiculously indulgent. There is moth
ing j have SC tile tolerance for as a bad
temper--noth,l that ought to be SO
promptly and severely dealt with
sButif he'll say e's sorry Luke 2"
MIR. Darcy raped sharply at the pan
els of the door:
"Arc you sorry for your naughtincss,
young mau2"
A fresh outburst of screams and re-
newal of the tattoo was the answer.
"I,amspre he is sorry, Luke" pleaded
the all-extcpuating mother, but Mr..
Darcy shook his head
Entire submission is the only thing
viii listen to" he said shortly. Il tell
YOU, Evelyn, I am determined to uproct
this temper."
Evelyn, with dcwy moisture shadow
ing her eyelashes, and u dull ache at her
heart, followed her liegc lord down 10
the breakfast table, with as little appetite
for the coffee, toast and eggs as might
be.
A tall, blue-eyed young lady, with
profusion of bright chestnut hair, and
checks like rose velvet, was already at
the table when they descended, by name
of Clara Pruyn, by lineage Mrs. Darcy's
sister. She opened her eyes rather wide
as the two entered.
eGood gracious, Eyy, what's the mat
teri"
Nothing" answered Luke, tartly.
Mra. Darcy, you appear to forget that
have eaten 10 breakfast"
Something is the matter, though"
said Clara shrewdly. what is it Eve
yn? Has Luke had one of his tan.
trums %
Luke set down his coffee cup with