The Orangeburg news. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, 1869-06-12
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AiBediamf let loose r. Pandemonium ID |
rebellion |, CHAOS ttrnssd inside out /!
What IL the, reason a man cannot be al
lowed TO sleep in the morning without,
this everlasting racket raised about his
e.ssgss Children cryidg--doors slam-
ning-I will know the reason of all this
upsOaf r. . ~ "'l ~ y
Mr.. Luke Darcy shut tho door of his
bed -oom with considerable emphasis.
a vent straight to the breakfast par
sor
All'was bright and quiet and pleasant
there; the coal swapping and sparkling
in the CRATE, the china and silver neatly
Arranged on the. spotless damask cloth,
and the green parrot drowsily winking
hia-yeliow 'eyesin the sunny glow of the
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES plainly wasn't
located just there, and Mr.. Darcy went
stormingly up stairs to the nursery.
All tho field of battle was gained at
iast,a Airs. Darcy sat in her little low
chair beiere the fire, trying to quiet the
screams of an eight months old baby
SCION of the house of Darcy, while
another boy of Ave years-lay ON his
back. prone on the floor, kicking and
crying in an ungovernable fit of childish
passion.
,s8Ersg Rar-cyF ennnciated Luke,
with a slow aud ominous precision, 'may
inquire what all this means2 Are you
aware that it Is fifteen minutes past nine
o'clock? Do you know that breakfast is
waitiugr"
1sIa know Luke-I know" said poor,
perpfexed Mrs. Darcy, striving vainly to
liftthe rsbeliious urchin up by one arm,
"Coine, Freddy, you are.goiug to be good
now, mamma, is sure, and get up and be
washed"
y .'No-o--l" roared Muster Freddy,
performing brisk tattoo Gu the carpet
With his heels, and clawing the airsfu-
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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 demonstra-
tions, and Ill conquer that temper or III
know the reason why. 1t ought to have
been checked long ago, but you are SO
ridiculously indulgent. There is moth
ing have SO little tolerance for as bad
temper-nothing that ought to be so
promptly and severely dealt with"
'.Butif he'll say he's sorry Luke?"
Mr. Darcy raped sharply at the pan
els of the door:
"Arc you sorry for your naughtincss,
young mau 7"
A fresh outburst of screams and re-
newal of the tattoo was the answer.
II am sure he is sorry, Luke" pleaded
the ail-extcpuuting mother, but MIR.
Darcy shook his head.
entire submission is the only thing
will listen to, he said shortly. Il tell
YOU, Evelyn, I am determined to uproot
this temper"
Evelyn, with dcwy moisture shadow
ing her eyelashes, and dull ache at her
heart, followed her licgc lord down 10
the breakfast table, with as little appetite
for the coffee, toast and eggs as might
be.
A tall, blue-cyed young lady, with
proiusion of bright chesnut hair, and
checks like rose velvet, was already at
the table when they descended, by name
of Clara Pruyn, by lineage airs. Darcy's
sister. She opened her eyes rather wide
as the two entered.
"Good gracious, Evy, what's the mat
ter"
Nothing" answered Luke, tartly.
Mrs. Darcy, you appear to forget that !
have eaten no breakfast"
Something is the matter, though"
said Clara shrcwdly. "What is it Eve
gn? Has Luke had one of his tan.
trums %
Luke set down his coffee Gun with