Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1870-01-26

you to see that they were Dolled NJ Tor q
Christian to eat.
Mr. Darcy gave his egg, shell and all, a
vindictive throw upon the CRATE. Evelyn
brown eyes sparkled dangerously as she OBJ
served the maneuvre, but she made no re-
mark.
And the plates are as cold as stone, when
I've implored you again and again, that they
might be warmed Well, l shall eat no
breakfast this morning"
Whom will you punish most?' demand
ed Miss Clara. Evelyn give me another
cup of coffee; it's perfectly delightful.
Luke pushed his chair back with ven
geance, and took up his stand with his back
to the Ere, both hands under his coat tails.
Please, sir, said the servant, advancing,
''the gas bill-the man says would you set
tie it while"
Mo- roared Luke, tcmpestuously; !;
tell the man to go about his business; II
have no small bills this morning. won't be
so prosecuted. y
Mary retreated precipitately. Clara rails
cd her long brown eyelashes..
do you know, Luke" she said demure-
ly, 81 think You would feel great deal bet
ter if you would do just as Fred ly does-lie
down fiat on the floor and kick your heels
against the carpet for awhile. It's an ex
cellent escape valve when your choler gets
the better Of you. -
Luke gave his mischievous sister in law a
glance that certainly ought to have annihi
lated her, and walked out of the room, cln-
sing the door behind him with bang that
would bear no interpretation Then Clara
came around to her sister, and buried her
pink face in Evelyn's neck.
Don't scolG me Evy, please; know I've
been very naughty to tease Luke so"
''You have spoken nothing but the truth, y
said Evelyn quietly, with her coral lips COM
pressed, and a scarlet spot burning on either
cheek. Clara. sometimes wonder how
can endure the daily cross of my husband 5
temper"
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, she
punished Freddy with unrelenting severity
for fit of i'll humor which he himself has
duplicated within the last half hour. | am
not moralist, but it strikes me that the
fault is rather more to be censured in full
grown reasoning man than in child.
Evelyn said Clara gravely, do you
suppose he is beyond the power of cure?'
II hope not; but what can l do? Shut
him up as he shut up little Freddy?''
Evelyn's merry, irresistible laugh was
checked by the arch, peculiar expression in
Clara blue eyes.
The remedy needs to be something short
and sharp, said Clara and this dark clos
ct system certainly combines both requis
ties. Tears and hy-tsrics wors Played out
long ago in matrimonial skirmishes, you
know. Evy."
Nonsense - laughed Mrs Darcy. rising
from the breakfast table, in answer to her
husbands peremptory SUMMONS from above
stairs, while Clara shrugged her shoulders
and weut to look for her work basket
LuLe was standing in front OF his bureau
drawer, finging shirts, collars, crdvats and
stockings recklessly upon the bedroom
floor.
I'D ike to know where my silk handker.
chiefs are, Ms Darcy?'' he fumed. Such
state as my bureau is in isonough to drive
a man craZy
''It's enough to drive woman crazy,
think - SAID Evelyn, hopelessly, STOPPING
down to pick up few Of the scattered arti
cles
You were at the bureau last, Luke II
IS your old fault
My ftut-of course it's my fault -
snarled Luke, giving Mrs. Darcy S poodle a
kick that sent him bowling to his mistress.
Anything bat a woman's retorting, re
criminating tongue. Mrs. Darcy, | won't
endure il any longer!'
Neither will - said Evelyn, resolutely
advancing, a, her husband plunged into the
closet after his busines coat, and promptly
shutting and locking the door, Il think Eve
endured it long enough-and here is an end
Of fit!"
Mrs Darcy open the door ~ said Luke
scarcely able to credit the evidence of hi:
senses.
81 shall do no such thingl' said Mrs.
Darcy, coEposedly, beginning to re arrange
shirts, stockings, and flannel wrappers in
their appropriate receptacles.
Mrs Daryl roared Luke, at a fe
yer heat of impotent rage, what on earth
do you mean ?"~
4 mean to keep you in that clothes press
Mr.. Darcy, until you have made UP YOU
mind to come ont in more amiable fran,
| of mind Ifthe system succeeds with Fred
dy, it certainly ought with you; lam sure
your temper is more intolerable than his y
! There was dead silence of full sixty sec
onds in the closet, then sudden burst o
vocal wrath.
Mrs Darcy, open the door this instant
madam -
But Evelyn went on humming sauc,
little opera air, and arranging her clothes.
DO you hear me ?"