Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1869-03-19

said she had been over the baking near
ly all day, and it seemed as though it nev
er would rise. She said, "I think eithe
the -four or the yeast is bad"
Father, just to be disagreeable, l sup
pose, said, "a bad workman always com
plains of his tools.'
Mother flushed up instantly. She wa
a good bread maker, and she knew it
She said, "That don't apply to me. We
generally have as good bread as any one
Don't you think so, Robert?"
Bob, who looked as though he was
working out some problem in menta
arithmetic, answered, 81 don't presume tc
criticise the fare at my boarding house"
This was improving ~ things rapidly
Bob calling our house his boarding house
After supper Bob went up to his room
and smoked a cigar, and afterward came
down in more social humor. In accor
dance with previous arrangement, he
and Lizzie sat down to practice an instru
mental duet
sat in the parlor reading, and, so long
as the music ran smoothly on, paid nc
attention to it but suddenly there was a
discord, and then it ceased.
pointing to the music.
ANOf AZ Woo JOu1 Sdiu IIlALtC1 anu
there is where it was" pointing at one OF
the hieroglyphics with which composers
disfgure paper.
81 beg pardon" said Bob; "but could
not have made such mistake, as / am
quite familiar with the piece. played it
with Miss Peterson the other evening, and
she made the same mistake you did,-only
she saw it when pointed it out"
ooh, yes she would see that black was
white, if you pointed it out. What has
Miss Peterson to do with me?"
!" / surely thought that you and l had
lived long enough in the same house to-
gether, and were sufficiently intimate-if
not friendly-to allow me to differ with
you sometimes, and even to quote authori-
| ty in support of my own opinion when it
was at variance with yours"
Whatever friendly relations there were
need not continue. You have chosen to
define your position in the house as that
of mere boarder, and, as such, had no
right to fiout another young lady in my
face, and claim that because she made a
mistake, must have done SO, too. You
talk queerly about this music, anyhow. If
you are as familiar with the piece as you
pretend, why did you practice it? I know
| you are not right about that mistake,
and don't believe you think you are,
yourself"
If man had given Bob Carver the lie
so directly, l suppose he would have
knocked him down. AS it was, he Jump
ed up, without a word, and went to his
room. i.
Lizzie played several very lively airs
with great animation, and was as merry
as bird until she went to bed.
Al
angered me, and I bluntly told her she
had been ill-natured and unlady-like
whereupon she informed me that "chil-
dren should be seen and not heard"
At breakfast, next morning, all of us
had apparently recovered our good humor,
but there was something forced about
Bob's gayety, noticed that he and Liz
zie said nothing to each other. When he
left, he said he would not be back to sup
per. (He always dined down town. As
this was not altogether unusual, no one
but myself appeared to notice it, except
Clara, who looked at Lizzie with sort of
81 told you so" glance.
| Bob came home late that evening, and
we did not see him until next morning
At breakfast Lizzie seemed about to say
something to him, once, but did not do so.
Father, mother, and Clara went to
church. Bob and I concluded not to go,
and it was Lizzie's turn to stay at home
and superintend the preparation for
dinner.
We were accustomed to eating good din
ners on Sunday, as it was the only time
we could all eat that meal together and
take our time at it. We all enjoyed those
Sunday dinners keenly.
Just before the folks started to church,
Clara and Lizzie were talking earnestly
together, and Clara said, Yes, you ought
to do it, and do it at once" I gave no
heed to the words then, but afterward
knew what they referred to.
| Father had sort of halflibrary, half
Office, up stairs, and there Bob and
went; he to take smoke and myself to
read.
After we had been there short time,
Lizzie tapped at the door and walked in.
asked her if she would have cigar, to
which she made no reply, but walked di-
rectly toward Bob, who involuntarily got
up to meet her.
saw that they were about to make up
| their quarrel; but as l had been present
at half dozen make-ups Of theirs, only
thought it necessary to gaze, with sudden
| interest, out of the window.
/ Lizzie commenced: "Mr. Carver, I
was rude; I was provoked st what you
said at the table, and so forgot myself; Pm
sorry"
wished / had gone out; but they were
between me and the door, so I did not
know what to do.
| Bob maintained an awkward silence for
few seconds. began to feel interested.
| knew that that was pretty much of an
apology for Lib to make to any one, and
mentally said if he did not accept it as
frankly as it was offered, he was a-well,
not what thought him.
Lizzie must have grown tired of his
silence, for she had turned around from
the window, when Bob said "Stop." She
turned toward him aud he continued:
"Lizzie, don't think l am such brute
as not to accept your apology. was only
at a loss to find words to express my regret
at having provoked you into saying what
you did. 1t was all my fault"
"No, it wasn't" curtly returned Lizzie
and mentally concluded that they would
quarrel over this.
But Bob continued seriously, and in a
most lugubrious tone, said, "Well, may
be 1t isn't. guess it is fate. 1t is the re.
suit, L suppose, of oversensitiveness to
your 1ndifference-or dislike"
I "Bob!" exclaimed Lizzie.
lts true" he said, can't help feeling
that you don't like me, and nv uneasiness
leads me to act so as to increase your aver
sion."
/ wished had gone. They seemed to
be settling not only their last quarrel, but