Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1870-11-14
NO. 27o

"What ?" screamed Lima, pale as death
and with an awful sinking of the heart.
IA Crystal Palace train have run into
the four-thirty, please, mama, and seven
teen persons are killed, and many
wounded. It's near New Cross, mama.
Them accidents is always near New Cross"
"Oh!' sobbed poor Mrs. Denwillow,
1--we lost the best husband-my poor
Roberts And so wicked to him ! Oh Oh r'
Law, no, if you please, mama, master
amt killed. Here's gram as MIR. Hodg-
he said was to give you. 1t ought to
have come an hour and half ago, but
were delayed in the confusion. Them
grams always is delayed somehow" add
ed Ann solioquzingy.
Lima seized the paper, and tore it open.
1t ran thus -
''Darling-Don't be alarmed. Fright
full accident at New Cross. Am making
myself useful to sufferers. Shall take the
cab home. Don't wait dinner"
In the intense relief of heart, Lima Sob
bed convulsively, and made an inward
VOW never to be SO petulant and exacting
in future. In a a mood of mad petulance
she sat upon the sofa, forming hosts OF
good resolutions, until the sound OF cab
wheels fell joyfully on her ears.
In two minutes Robert Denwillow was
in the parlor, clasping the penitent little
woman in his arms
"Oh. Rob, dear, I'm SO sorry And I've
been SO frightened! Ill never be SO cross
again !" sobbed she.
The husband stroked her fair hair ten
derly, but did not reply. He judged it
better to let her tears have their course,
At last he said
well, dear it's all right now, SO let us
90 to dinner"
"Oh those poor people killed! Icouldnt
eat any dinner"
Nonsense, there were no people killed
only score of broken arms and legs"
..Why," exclaimed the little woman In
teen persons killed.
Robert Denwillow laughed.
''These sort of things are always gross
ly exaggerated he said, but come. l
want my dnner-odd l don't perceive
the onions"
oh Rob, dear!' sighed his wife, color
ing to the roots of her hair, ''I-I'm so
sorry, but there's nothing but b-b-boiled
mutton for dinner.
The good fellow WINGED for moment,
but he comprehended in an instant how
matters stood, and said, gently
"Well, dearest, a certain grand old
Book says, Better is dinner of herbs
where love is, than"
Lima kissed him impetuously.
you are an angel, Robert-a good
mainland am weak, silly, wicked little
thing"
"Not wicked, pet!'
"Oh, Robert" she said, earnestly, as
she hung round his neck, 'bear with me
and forgive me!'
Forgive you, my darling ~ said her
husband, returning her caress. "Have
we not all need of forbearance and for
giveness ?''
dinners ready, please SIR" cried Ann,
entering, with a covert smile on her face.
"Well, Ann" returned her master, good
humoredly, and as if boiled mutton were
his favorite dish, 81 am hungry enough
to do credit to your cooking"
Little Mrs. Denwillow, with feeling of
intense shame. took her seat at the head
of the table. Ann removed the covers.
The boiled mutton, sadly overdone, was
there, ii is true; but opposite her Master
Ann had placed splendid rump-steak pie,
which she had covered over, to produce
the greatest effect when disclosed.
Lima cast grateful glance at her SER
want whilst Robert Denwillow said
This is famous! But how is it, AnnP
thought boiled mutton"
"Well, sir, said Ann, with gratified
smile, and sly glance at her mistress,
IL thought, as master don't like mutton,
and the butchers boy had fine steak on
his tray, I'd make pie on my own 'spon-
sibility."
you have done quite rightly. Ann,"
said her mistress. land show good sense"
Surely merrier 'dinner of herbs" new
er was than that, seasoned as it was by
renewal of love and confidence between
the married couple. Mrs Denwillow Of
ten spoke of it afterwards as the COM
mencement of a long and happy life.