The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1869-05-20
TURNING THE TABLES.


cheerful in the yellow flood of the April sun
shine There were pots of purple e-blossomed
volcts in the window-scat, and Il blue-ribbon-
ed guitar lying on the sofa, and books pied
on the table, and close by the fire Mrs. Haven
had seated herself with her desk to write some
letters.
She was a trim, compact little woman, with
bright brown hair, and eyes to match, and q
resolutc mouth that somehow carried out the
expression of nose that our French neigh
bors phrase ''retaousse." Mary Haven ha(
charactcr-that you might see at glance.
As she sat there, selecting her pen, and I'M
screwing the silver top Of her inkstand the
door opened very softly, and round full
moon face appeared.
Mrs. Haven, mem, if you please
..Yes," said Mary Haven, deserving at once
by the nfalliblc barometer of q woman's eal
the rising thunderstorm in the domestic at
mospherc. ''What is it, cook2'
.'I's not that you're not kind mistress
men, said cook, twisting the hem of hel
checked apron, land the wages is good, moi
to say company is allowed once week anC
Sunday evenings always out, but there arc
some things flesh and blood can't stand nc
more they can't mem, and l hain't no patience
with such dons' and if you please to sui
Yourself, mem, at months Warnin-''
"Why, cook, what is the matter?'
''Somc can abide meddlin' with, mem, an(
some can't-and if the barrel o'mackerel sets
on the wrong corner, an the sugar. boxes ain1
kept covered proper, its the mistress SHOULD
tell me of it. and not the master, and if Mr.
Haven wants to be cook, men, we'll and good
but won't stay in the same kitchen!'
And cook hounced out, maltreating hel
apron, having said her say
Mrs. Haven flushed scarlet She rose anC
went down stairs to the cellar, where her hus
band, minus his coat, was endcavoring tC
move huge washing machine.
You see, Bridget he called out, this l.
the worst possible place the thing could stan(
in and-why Mary, is it you?''
eyes, it is t. said Mrs Haven, Il though
yon had gone to your Office, Henry"
I'm going presently" said Mr.. Haven
''but you see, Mary, everything down here i
siXcs and sevens. It's well come down oc
casonally Cook has no more economy thai
a wild savage and Bridget puts everything
precisely where it shouldn't be- MY dea
have you looked over the grocer's bill for
month ?'
"No, haven't" said Mrs Haven
''Well, it's quite alarming. There must b
q leak somewhere, and that reminds me-
the molasses keg is dripping at the rate ofhal
a pint day"
Bridget and cook stood by, mumuring dar
discomfort. Mrs. Haven was more annoye
than she cared to express.
! Il will see TO it," she said.
.'But you don't see to it, my dear! foun
a box of stale eggs on the top shelf-eggs
my dear that are, completely wasted-whe
eggs are five cents apece!"
Mrs. Haven turned and went upstairs agai
with round red spot glowing on either cheek
signal pennons ofthe disturbance within. Sh
was not a faultless angel, any more than othe
women arc, and she was very much out o
temper, as she walked up and down the roor
with her hands behind her, and the brow
| eyes glitterng with an ominous sparkle.
''Maly, have you seen my memorand ur
book ?" asked her husband as he entered pull
ing on his gloves.
..No, have not. Probably you will find
on the pantry shelf, or under Bridget's wash
ing machne,' answered Mary shortly.
'Now, puss. you are out of temper" sal
Mr.. Haven, good humoredly, land how yer
unreasonable that is of your
"Henry," said Mrs. Haven, laying one han
appealingly on his shoulder, and looking u
into his face, ''you don't know how it mort
fies and annoys me to have you interfere il
my domestic affairs
1iltl We II llllll, IltHfy maven anu w lie I?
he asked, coolly, land are not our interest
identical?"
Eyes; but Henry Haven has his department
and Wife ought to have hers
''Thats all nonsense, my love"
Henry, viii you oblige me by leavin!
these domestic concerns to my own manage
ment?'
Il would do much to oblige you, my dea
Mary, but shall not concede that point" h
said, as he took his departure, leaving Mrs
Haven indignant and meditative.
| Bridget's voice broke with Celtic accent up
on her reyerie.
"Please, ma'am, found this little blacl
book behind the flour barrel''
''Thank;you, Bridget; it is Mr.. Haven's''
She glanced mechanically at its pages a
Bridget disappeared. The column devoted t.
that day was full of closely written mem
randa.
''see kartwyn & Daley about thehouse il
| l2th street-not to let them have it for 81 200
Call at McAlister's and order the green oil
cloth instead of buff for the office floor. Tel
Martin to proceed directly with suit in Rus
sell VS.. Russell. Remind clerk not to settl
tallors bill-alteration to be made first G.
halyes with Jordan in lot opposite Centra
Park-H And thus indefinitely.
-"''it AA"NNl lilu lcttu Illc WOfuS WlCnOu
much interest at first, but presently her eve
frightened, and roguish suspicion of a smil,
began to tremble around her resolute lips.
81 am very glad found this memorandum
book she thought. Let me see-Harr,
told me he was going to Brooklyn in the morn
ing there will be plenty of time''
She glanced at her watch and then rang tn.
bell.
'Bridget will you step around the corne
and ten them to send carriage for me i'm
mediately9'
Her bonnet and shawl were on long befor.
the vehicle arrived, and she employed the sur
plus time in jotting down various addresses
from the Directory,
When at length the carriage arrived, sh,
took her seat with the self-possession of :
queen.
Drive to Kartwyn & Daley's, No.
street,
Mr.. Kaltwyn came to his office door, dried
up little lawyer, much astonished at the un
expected apparition of a pretty woman in
carriage!
Good morning Mr. Kartwyn," said Mary
calmly IL am Mrs Haven 7 ca1lad 4o ]a