The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1869-02-04

that Difd into the Kitchen, or i shall be
tempted to wiring its neck. Strange
that u mau cant have little peace
once in while! What does all the
eggs, Evelyn? 1t thought had asked
you 10 see that they were boiled fit lol
a Christian to eat.
Mr.. Darcy gave his egg, shell and all,
a vindictiye throw upon the CRATE.
Evelyns brown eyes sparklcd Danger
ously as she observed the maneuvrc,
but she made no remark.
And the plates are us cold as a stone,
when I've implored again and again,
that they might be warmed. Well, |
shall eat Lo breakfast this morning"
"Whom will you punish must!' dc.
mand Miss Clara. Evelyn, give me
another cup of coffee; its perfectly de
ligltrul,"
Luke pushed his chair back with a
Vengeance, aud took up his stand with
his back to the fire, both hands under
his coat tails.
Please sir" said the servant, depre
eatingly advancing, 9Th, gas bill-the
nan says would you settle it while"
q No roarcd Luke tenpestuously-
Tell the man to so about his business;
I'll have no small bills this morning,
aud l won't be SO pcrsccuted!'
Mary retreated prec;pitately. Clara
raised her long brown cyelashes.
"Do you know, Luke" she said de
murely, Il think you would feel a
great deal better if you would do inst
as Freddy does-lie fiat down on the
floor aud kick your heels against the
carpet for awhile. It's an excellent es
cape valve when your choler gets the
better Of you"
Luke gave his niisehic, GUS sister in
law a glance that ought certainly to
have annihilated her, and walked out
of the room, closing the door behind
him with bang that would bear no
Interpretation. Then Clara came round
to her sister and buried her pink face
in Evelyn's neck.
"Dou'tscold me, Evy, pleasc-I know
I've been very naughty to tease Luke
SOL
You have spoken nothing but the
truth, said Evelyn, quietly, with her
coral lips compressed, aud scarlet spot
burning on either check. CLARA, |
sometimes wonder how | can endure
the daily cross of my husbands TEN.
per-"
Temper said Clara, with TOSS of
her chestnut brown hair. "Ani the
poor dear fellow hasn't the least idea
how disagreeablc he makes himself"
"Ouly this morning." said Evelyn,
she punished Freddy with unrcenting
severity for fit Of ill-humor which he
himself has duplicated within the last
half hour, | am not moralist, but it
strikes me that the fault is rather more
to be eensured in a full-grown reasoning
man than in child"
Evelyn" said Clara graveIy, " do
you suppose he is beyond the power of
cureg"
IL hope not; but what can | do? Shut
him up as he shut little FrcdlyY
Evelyn's merry, irresistible laugh was
checked by the arch, peculiar express
sion in Clara's blue eyes.
"1he remedy needs to be something
short aud sharp" said Clara, "and the
dark closet system certainly combines
both requisites. Tears aud Mysteries
were played out long ago in matrilno.
NAL skirmishes, you know, Evy.
Nonsense laughed Mrs. Darcy,
rising from the breakfast table in ODE
dicnce to her husbands peremptory
summons from above stairs, while Clara
shrugged her shoulders and went to
look for her work basket.
Luke was standing in front of his
bureau drawer, finsing shirts, collars,
cravats aud stockings recklcssly upon
the bedroom floor.
aid like to know where my silk
handkerchiefs are, Mrs, Darcyp he
fumcd, ''such state as my bureau is
in is enough to drive man crazyp'
"It's enough to drive woman crazy,
think psaid Evelyn, hopelessly, stoop
ing to pick up few OF the scattered
articles.
"You were at the bureau last, Luke
1t is your own FAULT
"My fauit-of course it's my faultw
snarled Luke, giving Mrs. Darcy's
poodle kick that sent it bowling to its
mistress. Anything but waman's
retorling, terminating tongue. Mrs.
Darcy, | won't endure it any longcr,'
"Neither will / !" said Evelyn, reso,
lutely advancing, as her husband
plunged into the closet for his business
coat, aud promptly shutting and lcck-
ing the door. 81 think I've endured 1t
long enough-and here is an end of itp
"Mrs. Darcy open the door p said
Luke, scarcely able to credit the evil
dcnee Of his own senses.
al shall do no such thing" said Mrs.
Darcy, composedly beginning to rear
range shirts, stocking aud flannel wrap.
pers in their appropriate reccptacles.
"Mrs. Darcy" roared Luke, at
fever heat of impotent rage, "what on
earth do you mean 2"
IL mean to keep you in that clothes
press, Mr.. Darcy, until you have made
up your mind to come out 10 more
amiablc frame of mind. II the system
succeeds with Freddy, it certainly
ought to with you; aud am sure your
temper is much more intolerable than
his"
There was dead silence Of full sixty
seconds in the closet, then a sudden
burst Of vocal wrath.
"Mrs. Darcy, open the door this in.