The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1869-11-09

A MAN CURED BY HIS OWN MEDICINE.

and the little sitting room was very bright
and cheerful in the yellow food of April
sunshine. There were pots Of purple
blossomcd viocts in the window seat, and
and bluc-ribboned guitar lying on the
sofa, and books piled on the table, and
close by the fire Mrs. Haven had seated
herself with her desk to write some let
tcrs.
She was II trim, compact little woman,
with bright brown hair,and eyes to match,
and n resolutc mouth that somewhow
carried out the expression of nose that
our French neighbors phrase '',etro0vc. ="
Mary Haven had charactcr-that you
might sec at glance.
As she sat there selecting her pen, and
unscrewing the silver top Of her inkstand,
the door opened very softly, and round,
full mooncd face appeared.
"Nlrs. Haven, mem, if you please"
"Ycs," said Mrs. Haven, deserving at
once by The in(alliblc barometer Of a wo-
mans car the raising thunderstorm in the
domestic atmosphere. "What is it cook p
'It's not that you arc not a kind mis-
tress, men," said the cook, twisting the
hem of her checked apron, "the wages is
good, not to say company is allowed once
a week and Sunday evenings always out,
but there are some things flesh and blood
can't stand, no more they can't, and |
han't no patience with such doings, and il
youplcasc to suit yourselfmcm,at a.month' s
warnin'-"
"Why, cook, what is the mattor?"
"Somc can abide meddlin' with, mem,
and some can't-and if the barrel O
mackcrcl sets on the wrong corner, and
the sugar boxes amt kept covered proper,
its the mistress should tell me Of it, and
not the master, and if Mr.. Haven wants
me to cook, mem, well and good, but |
won't stay in the same kitchcn!'
And cook hounccd out, maltrcating her
apron, having had her say.
Mrs Haven flushed scarlet. She rose
and went down stairs to the cellar, where
her husband minus his coat was endeavor-
ing to move a huge washing machine.
"You see Bridget" he called out, "this
is the worst possible place the thing could
stand in, and-why, Mrs. Haven, is it
you?"
eyes, it is l." said Mrs. Haven; 81
thought you had gone to your office,
Henry"
81 am going presently" said Mr..
Haven. "but YOU see Mary, everything
down here is at skies and sevens. Its
well | come down occasionally. Cook
has no more economy than wild savage,
and Bridget puts Everything precisely
where it shouldn't be. My dear, have
you looked over the groccr's bill for a
month ?"
"No, | havn't," said Mrs. Haven.
"Wcll, its quite alarming There
must be a leak some whcrc-and that re-
minds mc-thc molasses kcg is dripping
at the rate of half a pint day.
Bridget and cook stood by, murmuing
dark discomfort. Mrs. Haven was more
annoyed than she cared to express.
IL will see to it," She said.
but you don't see to it, my dear T! |
found Il box Of stale eggs on the top Shelf
eggs my dear, that are completely
wasted, when eggs are five cents apiece y
Mrs. Haven turned and went up stairs
again with a round red spot glowing on
either check-signal pennons Of the dis
turbancc within. She was not a faultlcss
angel, any more than other women are,
and she was very much out of temper, as
she walked up and down the room with
her hands behind hcr,and the brown eyes
gittering with an ominous sparkle.
"Mary, have you seen my memorandum
book ?" asked her husband, as he entered,
pulling ON his gloves. 49,
"No, | have not. Probably you will
find it on the pantry shelf, or under
Bridgct's washing machine answered
Mary shortly.
"Now puss, you are out Of temper
said Mr.. Haven, good humoredly, "and
how very unreasonable that is of YOU
"lIcnry," said Mrs Haven, laying one
hand appcalingly on his shoulder, and
looking up into his face, "you don't know
how it mortiGcs and annoys me to have
you interfere in my domestic afiairsT
"Aren't we firm, Henry Haven Il
Wife ?' he asked coolly, "and are not
not our interests indenticalY'
"Ycs but Henry Haven has his de-
partmcnt, and wife ought to have hers,
"That's all nonsense, my love"
"IIenry, will you obigc me by leaving
these domestic concerns to my own man
agemcnt ?"
81 would do much to oblige you, my
dear Mary, but | shall not conccde tina
point, he said, as he took his departure
leaving Mrs. Haven indignant and medi
tativc.
Bridgct's voice broke in with Celtic ac
cent upon her rcvcric.
"Plcase ma'am,I found this little blacl
book behind the -four barrel"
"Thank you, Bridget it is Henry lia
ven's."
She glanced mechanically at its page
as Bridget disappeared. The column
devoted to that day was full Of closcl.
written memoranda.
"Scc Kartwyn Il Daley about the hous
in 18th strcct-not to let them have i
for $1,000. Cali at MeAllister's an,
order the green oil cloth instead of tn
buff for the Office floor, Tell Martin T.
proceed directly with suit in Russell vs.
Russell. Remind clerk not to settl
tailors bill-altcration to be made first
Go halves with Jordan in lot Opposit
Central Park" And thus indefinite
ly.
Mary Haven read the words withou
much interest at first, but presently he
eyes frightened, and a roguish suspicio
Of a smile began to tremble around he
resolute lips.
81 am very glad | found this memoral
dun book" she thought. Let me see,-
Mr.. Haven told me he was going
Brooklyn in the morning there will |
, / ,,1ontt of tin,a ~