The Orangeburg news. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, 1869-06-12
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rebellion Chaos ttripusd ! inside out!
What, is the reason a man cannot be al
lowed to sleep in the morning without,
this everlasting racket raised about his
easse's4 Children cryi,ig--doorS slam.
nling-I will the reason of all thia
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Mr.. Luke Darcy shut tho door of his
bedroom d with considerable emphasis,
aud went straight to the breakfast par
DOR.
All'was bright and quiet and pleasant
there tile coal swapping and sparkling
in the CRATE, the china and silver neatly
arranged on the spotless damask cloth,
aud the green parrot drowsily winking
his. yellow 'eyesiH tie sunny glow Of the
eastern window-Bedlam 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-a boy Of Ave years-lay on his
back, prone on the foor, kicking and
CRYING in an ungoyernable fit of childish
passion.
,s3frs4 Dar--cyP' enunciated Luke,
viii slow and omiuous precision, 'may
Iinquire what all this means? Are you
aware that it is fifteen minutes past nine
o'clocky Do you know that breakfast is
uaitipg?"
1sIa know Luke-I know" said poor,
perpfexed Mrs. Darcy, striving vainly to
lift the rebcllious urchin up by one arm,
"Cerne, Freddy, you aregoiug to be good
now, mamma, is sure, aud get up and be
washed"
; .Ne--5-l'' roarcd Master Freddy,
performing brisk tattoo Gu the carpet
wfti, his heels, and clawins the air tia-
i sssss ssissas, 4 J. s. I;
pounced abruptly down on his son and
heir, and 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. 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 or FL
know the reason why. 1t ought to have
been checked long ugo, but you are SO
ridiculously indulgent. There is moth.
ing have so little tolerance for as a bad
temper--nothing that ought to be so
promptly and severely dealt with"
but if he'll say he's sorry Luke ?'
MIR. Darcy raped sharply at the pan
els of the door:
care you sorry for your naughtiucss,
young mau 2"
A fresh outburst of screams and re-
newal of the tattoo was the answer.
II am sure he is sorry, Luke" pleaded
the ail-extcnuating mother, but Mr..
Darcy shook his head.
"Entirc 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 licgo lord down 10
the breakfast table, with as little appetite
for the coffee, toast and eggs as might
be. s
A tall, blue-cyed young lady, with
profusion of bright chesnut 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
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 shrewdly. mMhnt is il Eve