The Bedford gazette. [volume] (Bedford, Pa.) 1805-current, 1870-01-20

Mary retTeated Epeitl iitateiy. lara
raised her long brown eyes.
DO you know, Luke; she said de-
murely, L think you would feel a great
/ deal better if you would do just as
Freddy does-lie flat down on the floor
and kick your heels against the carpet
for awhile. Its an excellent escape
valve when your choler gets the better
Of you
Luke gave his mischievous sister-in-
law glance that ought certainly have
anuihilated her, and walked out of the
room, closing the door behind him
with a bang that would bear no inter
probation. Then Clara came round to
her sister and buried her pink face in
Evelyn's neck.
Don't scold me, Evy, please-I know
l have been very naughty TO tease
Luke SOP
You have spoken nothing but the
truth, said Evelyn quietly, with her
coral lips compressed. and a scarlet
spot burning on either cheek, Clara
1 sometimes wonder how l can endure
the daily cross of my husbands tenn
per-
'Temper!' said Clara, with a toss of
her chestnut brown hair And the
poor dear fellow hasn't the least idea
how disagreeable he makes himself
only this morning, said Evelyn,
he punished Freddy with unrelenting
severity for a fit of i'll humor which
he himself has duplicated within the
last half hour. / am not a moralist,
but it strikes me that the fault is rath-
er 10 be censured ina full grown, rea-
soning man than in a child
Evelyn said Clara gravely,' do
you suppose he Is beyond the power of
cure?'
4 hope not; but what can / do p
Shut him up as he shut little Fredjy?'
Evelyn's merry, irresistible laugh
was checked by the arch, peculiar ex-
preston in Clara's blue eyes.
The remedy needs to Je something
short and sharp, said Clara, and the
dark closet system certainly combines
both requisites. Tears and mysteries
were played out long ago in matrimo-
nial skirmishes, you know. Evy.'
Nonsense! :" laughed Mrs. Darcy,
rising from the breakfast table in o6e-
dience 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, finging shirts, collars,
cravats and stockings recklessly upon
the bed room floor
I'D like to know where my silk
haudkerchiefs are, Mrs. Darcy?" he
fained ''Such a state as my brain
Is in, IS enough TO drive man crazy -
ats enough to drive a woman crazy,
1 think" ~ said Evelyn, hopeIessly,
STOPPING to pick up few of thescatter-
ed articles.
You were at the bureau last. Luke,
it is your own fault
MY fault-of course its my fault! :"
snarled Luke, giving Mrs. Darcy's
poodle kick that sent it bowling to
( lis misstress. Anything buta woman :
+ retortiug, recriminating tongue. Mrs,
+ Darcy, l won't endure it any longer. !"
''Neith4r will / :" said Evelyn. res
olutely advancing, us her husband
. plunged into the closet for his business
coat, and promptly shutting and
locking the door. u think I've en-
dured it quite long enough-and here
( is an end CT it."
Mrs. Darcy, open the door," said
Luke, scarcely able to credit the evil
dence Of his own senses.
81 shall do nosuch thing, " said Mrs.
Darcy, composedly beginning to re-
arrange shirts, stockings and flannel
wrappers in their appropriate recep-
/ tacles.
Mrs. Darcy" roared Luke, at a
feaver heat Of impotent rsge. ''what on
earth do you mean ="
/ IL mean TO keep you in the clothes
+ press, Mr. Darcy, until you have made
up your mind to come out in a more
aniable frame Of mind. If the system
t succeeds with Freddy, it certainly
ought TO with You; and lam sure your
temper is much more intolerable than
his"
There was a dead silence Of full sixty
+ seconds in the closet, then a sudden
burst Of vocal wrath.
''Mrs. Darcy, open the door this in
slant. madam"
But Evelyn went on humming sau-
cy little opera air, and arranging her
clothes.
do you hear me?''
''Yes-I hear you"
"Will you obey met"
Not until you have solemnly prom
ised me to put some sort of control
on that temper Of yours not until you
pledge yourself hereafter to treat your
wife as a lady should be treated not
as a menial'
Il won't"
NO! Then in .hat case l hope you
don't find the atmosphere at all op
pressive there, as l think it probable
you will remain there some time"
Another sixty seconds of dead 81
lence, then a sudden rain of heels ani
hands against the relentless wooder
panels.
''Let me out, / say, Mrs. Darcy!-