The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1870-11-17

fond of boiled mutton-but then she wo'd
lose her anticipated laugh and besides.
her wlfely instincts revolted from such a
piece of selfshness as that.
Slx-half-past-nearly seven, and no
Robert Denwillow The little woman's
anger had all gone She is now seriously
alarmed Thrice had she descendedto to the
kitchen, to confer with Ann, each time less
angr1ly and more anxiously, and she was
already thinking of paying her servant
another visit, when Ann herself, with a
hasty and unceremonious knock, entered
the parlor. The girl looked furried and
alarmed.
"Oh. if you please, ma am, you're not to
be frightened, but Mr. Hodges, the station
master, has sent up TO say as there's a
accident on the lineI"
What 2" screamed Lima, pale as death,
and with an awful sinking of the heart.
" A Crystal Palace train have run into
the four thirty, please, ma'am, and seven
teen persons are killed, and many woun-
ded. It's near New Cross, ma'am. Them
accidents Is always near New Cross"
"Oh p sobbed poor Mrs Denwillow,
I've lost the best husband-my poor
Robert And | so wicked to him. Oh !
oh %
"Law, No. if you please, ma'am, master
amt killed. Here's a gram as Mr.. Hodges
said was to give to you. 1t ought to
have come an hour and half ago, but
wore delayed in the confusion. Them
grams always is delayed somehow" ad-
ded Ann, soliiequiZingly.
Lima seized the paper, and tore it open.
1t ran thus :
"DARLING.-DomTb be alarmed FTiqht-
Jul accident at Nea0 Cross. Am nlaEinq
1lySey useful TO sufferers. Shall take caB.
home. DON'T 1OuH dinner"
In the intense relief of her heart, Lima
so5bed convulsively, and made an inward
VOW never to be so petulant and exacting
IN future. In mood of mad penitence,
she sat upon the sofa, forming hosts of
good resolutions. until the sound of cab
wheels fell joyfully on hor ears.
In two minutes more Robert Denwlllow
was IN the parlor, clasping the penitent
little woman in his arms.
''Oh, Rob, dear, Pm so sorry And I've
been so frightened I'll never be cross
again p sobbed she.
The husband stroked her fair hair ten
derby, but did not reply. He Judged it
better to let her tears have their course.
AT last he said
Wen, dear, it's all right now. SO let US
go to dinner"
"oh those poor people killed couldn't
eat any dinner"
Nonsense, there were no people killed;
only score of broken arms and legs" b.
"Why," exclaimed the little woman, in
surprise, Gam told me there were seven
teen persons killed"
Robert Denwillow laughed.
These sort of things are always glossly
exaggerated" he said. "But come, I
want my dinner-odd don't perceive
the onions" r. .s-.. - .i..--
ooh, Bob, dear P' sighed his wife, color
ing to the roots of her hair, "I-Im so
sorry, but there's nothing but b-b-boil-
ed mutton for dinner"
The good fellow WINGED for a 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 impetuousiy.
you are an angel, Robert-a good,
man-and l am weak, silly, wicked little
thing"
mot wicked, pet P' \
ooh, Robert, ," she said, earnestly, as she
hung round his neck, "bear with me, and
forgive mel"
Forgive you, my darlingl" said her
husband, returning her caress. "Have
we not all need of forbearance and for
giveness ?''
Dinners ready, please SIR cried Ann,
entering, with covered smile on her face.
Well, Ann" returned her master,
good-humoredly, and as if boiled mutton
were his fayorite dish, IL 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, 1t is true; but opposite her master
Ann had placed splendid rump-steak pie,
which she had covered over, to produce
the greater effect when disclosed.
Lima cast a grateful glance at her SER
want, whilst Robert Denwillow said
This Is famous But how is it, Ann?
l thought boiled mutton
"Well, sir" said Ann, with
gratfied smile, and sly glance at her
mistress, "I thought, as master don't like
mutton, and the butchers boy had a fine
steak on his tray, I'd make pie on my
own sponsibility"
you have done quite rightly, Ann,
said her mistress, "and show good senIe."
Surely merrier dinner of herbs" new
er was than that, seasoned as it was by a
renewal Of love and confidence between
the married couple. Mrs. Denwillow often
spoke of it afterwards as the commence
ment Of long and happy life.-FrOm The
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