The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1869-06-12
A Sharp Remedy for Cross Husband.


rebellion. Chaos turned inside out! What
is the reason man cannot be allowed tc
sleep in the morning without this everlast
ing racket raised about his ears? Children
crying, doors slamming-I acN 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-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 vel
low eyes in the sunny glow of the eastern
window. Bedlam wasn't located just there,
and Mr.. Darcy went stormingly upstairs tc
the nursery.
All! the field of battle was reached at
last. Mrs Darcy sat in her low chair be-
fore the fire, trying to quiet the screams OF
an eight-months old baby, scion of the
house of Darcy, while another-a rosy boy
of five years-lay on his back, prone on the
floor, kicking and crying in an ungovern-
able fit of childish passion.
"Mrs Darcy enunciated Luke, with a
loud and ominous precision, "may l in
quire what all this means? Are you aware
that it is fifteen minutes past nine o'clock ?
Do you know that breakfast is waiting?'
81 know, Luke-I KNOW" said poor,
perplexed 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 and be
washed"
"No-o-on' roared Master Freddy, per-
forming brisk tattoo on the carpet with
his heels, and clawing the air at furious
rate.
Like an avenging vulture, Mr.. Darcy
bounced abruptly down on his son and heir,
carried him promptly to the closet, and
turned the key upon his screams.
CHOW, sir, you can cry it out at your
leisure. Evelyn, the nurse is waiting for
the baby. Well go down to breakfast
but, Luke" hesitated Mrs Darcy,
'syou won't leave Freddy Thereof
"Won't! I'd like to know why not p
Il $ temper, and nothing else, that is at the
bottom of these demonstrations, and I'll
conquer that temper, or I'll know the
reason why. 1t ought to have been check
ed long ago; but you are SO ridiculously
indulgent. There is nothing l have so
little tolerance for as a bad temper-notll-
ing that ought to be so promptly and Sc
verely dealt with
"But if 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 ?''
A fresh outbust of screams and renewal
of the tattoo was the answer.
Il am sure he is sorry, Luke" pleaded
the all-extenuating mother, but Mr. Darcy
shook his head
CENTRE submission is the only thing
will listen to, he said shortly 81 tell
you, Evelyn, | am determined to uproot
this temper
Evelyn, with dewy moisture shadowing
her eyelashes, and 4 dull ache at her heart,
followed her liege lord down to the break
fast-table, with as little appetite for the
cot1e, toast, and eggs as might be.
A tall blue-eyed young Lady, with a pro-
fusion of bright chestnut hair, and cheeks
like rose velvet, was already at the table,
when they decended, by name Clara Pruyn,
by lineage Mrs. Darcy's sister. She opened
her blue eyes rather wide as the two ell
tered.
'sGood gracious, Envy, 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, shrewdly. "What is it, Evelyn p
Has Luke had one Of his tantrums %
Luke sat down his coffee-cup with s
sharp ''click''
"You use very peculiar expressions
Mis- Pruyn.'
every true ones,' said Clara saucily.
Evelyn smiled in spite of herself.
Its only Freddy, who feels little
cross and
GA little crossn' interrupted the indig
nant husband. 81 tell you, Evelyn, it's
quite time that temper was checked. {
that parrot. What an intolerable sereech
ing he keeps up! Mary, taks that bird in
to the kitchen, or | shall be tempted tC
wiring its neck. Strange that a man cant
have little peace once in a while! What
does all these eggs, Evelyn? | thought
had asked you to see that they were boiled
fit for Christians to eat"
Mr.. Darcy gave his egg, shell and all, {
vindictive throw upon the CRATE. Evelyn:
brown eyes sparkled dangerously as she
observed his manDuvre, but she made nc
remark.
"And the plates are as cold as stone
when I've implored again and again thai
they might be warmed. Well, shall ca
no breakfast this morning"