The Van Buren press. [volume] (Van Buren, Ark.) 1859-1914, 1869-02-02
MISCELLANY.
TEMPER.

oil" Hedian let loose fdnICmomuh "
rebellion Chaos turned inside out
What is the reason q man cant be allow
ed to sleep peacsably in the morning
without this everlasting racke. raised
about his ears7 Children cryiDg-dooys
elsmming--I viii know the reason Of all
this uproar"
Mr.. Luke Darcy SHUT the door Of his
bedroom with considerable emphasis, and
went straight to the breakfast parlor,
All was bright quiet and pleasant
there; the coal sna. ping and sparkling
in the CRATE, the china and silver neatly
arranged on the spotless damask cloth
and the green parrot drowsily wlnklng
his yellow eyes in the sunny glow Of tn,
eastern window-Bedlam went stormily
up stairs TO the nursery
All! tue field of battle was reached at
last. Mrs. Darcy sat in her little low
chair before the fire, trying to quiet the
screams of an eight months old baby
scion ofthe house OF Darcy, while another
"a rose boy of five ycars-lay on his
back, prone on the floor, kicking and cry
ing in an mgoyetnable ut ofchildish pas
sion.
Mrs. Darcy !, Cauaciated Luke, with
slow and omiuous precision, may in
quire what all this mcanai Are you
aware that it is fifteen minutes past nine
o'cI9ck2 Do yCp know that breakfast
is waItingf' ..
81 know, Luke Know" said poor
perplexed Mrs. Darcy, striving vainly to
! lift the rebellious u,rhin by one arm.
Come, Freddy, YOU are going to be
good, now, mamma is sure, and getup to
| be washed"
MO- o." roared master Freddy,
performing brisk tattoo on tue carpet
with his heels, and clawing the air furi
ously.
Like an ayeuging yulture, Mr.. Darcy
pounced abruptly down on his son and
heir, carried hn 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. We Ii 60 down to breakfast"
but, Luke hcsitated Mrs. Darcy,
"you won't leave Freddy there "
Wont, Id like to know why not ?
It's temper, and nothing else, that is at
the bottom Of all these demonstrations,
aud II. conquer that temper or Ill know
the reason why. IL ought to have been
checked long ago, but you are 80 ride
ulously indulgent There is nothing /
have so little tolerance for as It bad TEN
per-notbing that ought to be SO prompt
ly and severely dealt WITH
+" But if he'lI say hs's cory, Luxe ~ 8
Mr. Darcy raped 4iarply at the panels
Of the ,a0or: u
Are you sorry for Jour naughtiness.
young man."
A fresh outburst Of screams and q re.
newal Of the tattoo was the answer.
Il am sure he is sorry, Luke" pleaded
the all extenuating mother But Mr..
Darcy shook his head.
Entire submission is the only thing
| will listen to- he said shortly. 4" tell
you, Evelyn, am determined to uproot
this temper"
Evelyn, with dewy moisture shadow
ing her eyelashes, and with dull ache at
the heart, followed her liege lord down
to the breakfast table, with as little ap.
petite for coffee and toast and eggs as
might be.
A tall, bluc.eYcd young lady, with a
profusion of bright chestnut hair aud
checks like rose velvet, was already at
the table when they descended by name
Clara Pruyn, by lineage Mrs. Darcy's sis
ter She opened her blue eyes rather
wida as the two entered
+" Good gracious, Evy, what's the mat.
ter T"
Nothing" answered Luke tartly.
Mrs Darcy, you appear 10 forget thas
| have eaten no breakfast"
Something is the matter, though"
said Clara shrewdlv. "What is it Eve.
lyn2 Has Luke had one Of his tantrums p
Luke set down his coffee cup with a
sharp "clicl'
"You use very peculiar expressions,
Miss Pruyn"
"very true ones" said Clara, saucily,
Evelyn smiled in spite Of herself
:" It's only Freddy, who feels little
cross, and
"a little cross " interrupted the in
dignant husband 81 tell you, Evelyn,
it's quite time that temper was checked.
Oh, that parrot! what an intolerablc
screeching he keeps mp Mary,take that
bird into the kitchen, or shall be tempt.
ed to wiring its neck. Strange that man
can't 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,
a vindictiye throw upon the CRATE Eve
lyn's brown eyes sparkled dangerously
as she observed the manpuvrc, bat she
made no remark.
"And the plates are as cold as stone
when I've implorcd, again and again, that
they might be warmed Well, shall eat
no breakfast this morning"
Whom will you punish mostT de.
mandel Miss Clara, Evelyn, give me
ano her cup Of coffee It's perfectly de.
lightful
Luke pushed his chair back with q
vengeance, and took up his stand with
his back to the fire, both hands under bis
coat tails
please, sir" said the servant, deprc
catiugly advancing, 1.-The gass bill-the
\ man SAYS would Won settle II while
"No! roared Luke, tempestuously
'Tell the man to 60 about his business
| I'll have no small bills this morning, and