The Orangeburg news. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, 1869-06-12
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Tie Brave Woman, and how She
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.sfBcaiam dlet loose Z Pandemonium in
febelliSh. |, Chaos tdrnesd inside out
What is the reason man cannot be al
lowed to sleep in the morning without
this everlasting racket raised about his
ears ais ChiidNn cryi,ig-doors slam-
ning-I will'know the reason of all this
uproaf !'' Z" r ~ 4" - -
Mr.. Luke Darcy shut the door of his
bedroom with considerable emphasis.
aud vent straight to the breakfast par.
DOR.
All'was bright and quiet and pleasant
there ; the coal swapping and sparkling
IN the CRATE, the china and silver neatly
arranged OH the spotless damask cloth,
aud the green parrot drowsily winking
his sw'eyesfn the 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 before the fire, trying to quiet the
screams of an eight months old baby
scion of the house of Darcy, while
another boy of Ave years-lay on his
back. prone on the floor, kicking and
CRYING in m ungovernable fit of childish
passion.
,s1fEsi Dar-cyP' enunciated Luke,
with slow and ominous precision, 'snay
inquire what all this means? Are you
aware that it Is fifteen minutes past nine
o'clock? Do you know that breakfast is
waiting?"
aGIa know Luke-I know" said poor,
perplexed Mrs. Darcy, striving vainly to
lift the rebellious urchin up by one arm,
"Colne, Freddy, you are,going to be good
now, mamma, is sure, aud get up aud DC
washed"
= .No--e--!' roared Master Freddy,
perforlning a brisk tattoo Gu the carpet
with his heels, and clawing the air fp-
s ss wang sisg saissss, IT. r. 8; 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" hcsitatcd Mrs Darcy,
"you won't leave Freddy there"
"Won't; Id 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 LII
know the reason why. 1t ought to have
been checked long ugo, but you are SO
ridiculously indulgcnt. There is moth
ing have so little tolerance for as bad
temper-nothing that ought to be so
promptly and severely dealt with"
But. if he'll say he's sorry Luke p
MIR. Darcy raped sharply at the pan
els of the door:
caro- you sorry for your naughtincss,
young mau Z"
A fresh ou,burst of screams and re-
newal of the tattoo was the answer.
II nm sure he is sorry, Luke" pleaded
the all-extcnuating mother, but MIR.
Darcy shook his head
Entire 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 iicgc lord down 70
the breakfast table, with as little appetite
for the coffee, toast and eggs as might
be.
A tall, blue-eyed young lady, with
proiusion of bright chestnut 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 2"
Nothing" answered Luke, tartly.
Mrs Darcy, you appear to forget that |
have eaten no breakfast"
Something is the matter, though, /"
said Clara shrcwdly. What is it Eve
yn? Has Luke had one of his tau.
trums ?''
Luke set down his coffee Gun with