The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1869-02-26

bear no Interpretation. Then Clara came
round to her sister, and buried her pink
face in Evelyn's neck.
Don't scold me, Evy, please-I know |
have been very naughty to tease Luke so 7
Ycu have spoken nothing but the
truth, said Evelyn, quickly, with her coral
lips compressed, and a scarlet spot burning
on either check Clara, L sometimes
wonder how [ can endure the daily cross
of my husband temper.
Temper said Clara with toss of her
chestnut brown hair. And the poor dear
fellow has no idea now disagreeable he
makes himself
Only this morning said Evelyn, he
punished Freddy with unrelen.ing severity
for lit of i'll humor which he himself has
duplicated within the last half hour [ am
not a moralist, but Il strikes me that the
fault is rather more to be censured in full
grown reasoning man than in a child.
Evelyn, said Clara. gravely, do you
suppose he is beyond the power of cure 7?
i hope not, but what can | do? Shut
him up as he shut little Freddy?
Evelyn's merry, irresistible laugh was
| checked by the arch peculiar expression IL
Clara's blue eyes.
The remedy needs to be something short
and sharp, said Clara, and the dark closet
system combines both requisites Tears
and Mysteries are played out long ago In
matrimonial! skirmishes. you know, Evy.
Nonsense laughed Mrs. Darcy, rising
from the breakfast table in obedience to
her husbands peremtory 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 fnging shirts, collars, cravats and
stockings recklessy upon the bedroom
| floor.
I'd like to know where my silk handker-
chiefs are, Mrs Darcy he fumed. Such
state as my bureau is in Is enough to
! drive a man crazy
It's enough to drive woman crazy, |
think = said Evelyn, hopelessly, STOPPING
to pick up few OF the scattered articles.
You were in the bureau last, Luke. It's
your own fault.
My fault; of course it is my fault 7
snarled Luke, giving Mrs Darcy's poodle
kick that sent it howlng TO its mistress.
! Anything but womap's retorting re-
eliminating tongue. Mrs. Darcy, won
endure it any longer
Neither will = said Evelyn, resolutely
! advancing as her husband plunged into
| the closet for his business coat, and prompt
ly shutting and locking the door. i
think I've endured it quite long enough,
and here is an end to it.
Mrs. Darcy open the door ! said Luke,
scarcely able to credit the evidence of his
| own senses.
4 shall do no such thing said Evelyn
beginning to rearrange shirts, stockings anC
flannel wrappers IN their proper recepta
cles
Mrs Dar-cy!' roaled Luke, at fever
heat OF lmpotent rage, what on earth d.
you mean !
L mean to keep you in that clothe!
press, Mr.. Darcy, until you have made VI
your mind to come out in more amlablt
frame of mind. If the system succeeds
with Freddy, it certainly ought to will
you; and | am sure your temper Is muct
more int )lerable than his
There was dead silence Of full sixty sec
onts in the closet, then came suddei
burst of vocal wrath.
Mrs. Darcy open the door this minute
madam
But Evelyn went on humming a saucy
little opera air, arranging her clothes.
DO you hear me?'
Yes hear you.
will you obey me ?
Not until you have solemnly promised
me to put some sort Of control on thai
temper OF yours, not until you pledge
yourself hereafter to treat your wife as {
lady should be treated, and not as a me
NAL
L won't!'
No? Then in that case | hope yor
find the atmosphere not at all oppressive
there as think it probable you will remain
in there some time
Another sixty seconds Of dead silence
then sudden rain Of heels and hand
against the relentless panels
Let me out, | say, Mrs Darcy MADAM
how dare you perpetrate this monStrou
piece of audacity?
My dear Luke, how strongly you do re
mind me of Freddy You see there i
nothing | have so little tolerance for as
bad temper. 1t ought to have been check
ed long ago, only you know am so ridicu
lousy indulgent
Mr.. Darcy WINGED little at the famiia
sound of his own words.
Tap tap tap came softly at the door
Mrs. Darcy composedly opened it and SAY
her husband little office boy.
Please, mem, there some gentlemen a
the Office in great hurry to see Mr.. Dal
cy. It's about the Apologize will case.
Mrs. Darcy hesitated a moment; Their
was triumphant rustic in the closet, an
her determination was taken.
Tell the gentlemen that yonr master ha
very bad headache, and won't be dow
town this morning
Luke CRASHED his teeth audiby, as 500
as the closing of the door admonished hir
that he might do so with safety.
Mrs. Darcy nonchalantly took up the or
, era air where she had left it, letting th
soft Italian words ripple unsteady off he
tongue.
, Evelyn, dear!
what is it, Luke? she asked, mildly.
Please let me cut. My dear, this ma
, be joke to you, but
| assure you, Luke, it is nothing of tn
kind, it is the soberest of serious matter
5 to me. 1t is a question as to whether N
| future will be miserable or happy.
There was thid interval silence.
Evelyn, said, Luke presently, in sub
, dued voice, will you open the door 2
S On one condition only
: And what is that ?