The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1869-02-04
Selett Storu.
A Story for Married Persons.

in rebellion p! Chaos turned inside out
what is the reason man cannot be al
lowed to sleep in the morning without
this everlasting racket raised above his
cars! Children crying-doors slam.
ming-l will know the reason Of all
this uproar -
Mr.. Luke Darcy shut the door of his
bed room with considerable emphasis,
and went straight TO the breakfast par.
lor.
All was bright aud quiet and pleasant
there; the coal swapping and sparkling
in the CRATE, the china and silver neat.
" arranged on the spotlcss damask
cloth, aud tire green parrot drowsily
winked his yellow eyes in the sunny
glow. of the eastern wiudow-Bedam
plainly wasn't located just there, and
Mr.. Darcy went stormingly 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
screams OF an eight months old baby,
scion OF the house OF Darcy, while an,
other---a rosy boy Of five years--lay on
his back, probe on the floor, kicking and
crying in an uugoyernable fit Of child
ish passion.
Mrs. Dar-eyr' enumerated Luke,
with a slow and ominous precision,
may | enquire what all this means
Are you aware that it is fifteen minutes
past nine o'clock? DO you know that
breakfast is waiting 2"
81 know, Luke know" said poor
perplexcd Mrs. Darcy, striving vainly
to lift the rebellious urchin up by one
arm, "Come, Freddy, you are going to
be good now, mamma is sure, and get
up aud be washed"
"No-o-o ;" reared Master Freddy,
performing brisk tattoo on the carpet
with his heels, and clawing the air fu-
riously.
Like an aycnging vulture, Mr.. Darcy
bounced abruptly down on his son and
heir, carried him promptly to the closet,
and turned the key upon his screams.
snow, sir, you can cry it out at your
leisure. Evelyn, nurse is waiting for
the baby. We'll go down to breakfast"
"But, Luke" hesitated Mrs. Darcy,
"you won't leave Freddy there 7"
won't, I'd like to know why not ?
It's temper, and nothing else, that is at
the bottom of all of these dcmoustra-
tions, aud I'll conquer that temper or
I'll know the reason why. 1t ought to
have been checked long ago, but you
are SO ridicuiously indulgent. There is
nothing l have SO little tolerance for as
a bad temper-nothing that ought to be
SO promptly and severely dealt with"
"But il he'll say he's sorry Luke ?"
Mr.. Darcy raped sharply at the
panels of the door
care you sorry for your naughtiness,
young man r
A fresh outburst of screams and re-
newal Of the tattoo was the answer.
~ am sure he is sorry, Luke" plead
ed the all extenuating mother, but Mr..
Darcy shook his head
"Entiro submission is the only thing
l will listen to- he said shortly. 81
tell you, Evelyn, am determined to
uproot this temper"
Evelyn, with dewy moisture shad.
owing her eyelashes, aud dull ache at
her heart, followed her liege lord down
to the breakfast table, with as little ap-
petite for the coffee, toast aud eggs as
might be.
A tall, blue eyed young lady, with a
profusion Of bright chestnut hair, and
cheeks like rose velvet, was already ut
the table when they descended, by name
Clara Pruyn, by lineage Mrs. Darcy's
sister. She opened her eyes rather wide
rs tho two entered.
"Good gracious, Evy, what's the
matter Z"
Nothing" answered Luke, tartly.
"Mrs. Darcy, you appear to forget that
| have eaten no breakfast"
Something is the matter, though"
said Clara, shrewdly. "What is il
Evelyn? Has Luke had one of his
tantrums p
Luke set down his coffee cup with a
sharp click"
sYou use very peculiarc xpressions,
Miss Pruyu."
Every true oue," said Clara, saucily.
Evelyn smiled in spite of herself.
"lt's,only Freddy, who feels littlc
cross, and -"
ga little cross = interrupted the in