Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1870-01-26
ABRAVE WOMAN, and how SHE DID IT.

''Bedlam let loose! Pandemonium in re-
beIhon Chaos turned inside out What is
the reason a man cannot be allowed to sleep
in the morning without this everlasting
racket rsised about his ears? Children cry
ing-dOors slamming- will know the cause
of all this uproar -
Mr. Luke Darcy shut the door Of his bed
room with considerable emphasis, and went
straight to the breakfast parlor.
All was bright and quiet and pleasant
there; the coal swapping and sparkling in he
CRATE, the china and silver neatly arranged
on the spotIess damask cloth, and the green
parro, drowsily winSing his yellow eyes in
the sunny glow of the eastern window--Bed-
lam plainly wasn't located just there, aud
Mr. Darcy went stormingiy up stairs to the
nursery
Al the field of battle was gained at last
Nrs Darcy sat in her little low chair before
the fire, trying to quiet the screams of an
eight months old baby scion Of. the house of
Darcy, while another--a boy of five years
lay on his back, prone on the floor, kicking
and crying in an ungoyernable ft OF childish
passion.
Mrs. Darcy - .enunciated Luke, with
slow and ominous precision, may l in
quire what all this means? Are You aware
that it Is fifteen minutes past nine clock
Do you know that breakfast is wa;ting?"
Il know, Luke know" said poor, per
plezed Mrs. Darcy, striving vainly to lift the
rebellious urchin VI by one arm, Come,
Freddy,you are going to be good now, mann
ma is sure, and get up and be washed"
''No-o-!' roared Master Freddy, per-
forming brisk tattoo on the carpet with his
heels, and clawing the air furiously.
Like an ayenging vulture, Mr.. Darcy
bounced abruptly down on his son ard heir,
and carried him promptly to the closet, and
TUNED the key upon his screams.
Now. sir, you can ciy it cut at your lei
snre. Evelyn, nnrse is waiting for the baby.
Wen go down and breakfast"
But, Luke, hesitated Mrs. Darcy, you
won't leave Freddy there?''
Won't; L d like to know why not 1t 5
temper, and nothing else, that is at the bot
tom Of all these demonstrations, and III
conquer that temper or III know the reason
why. 1t ought to have been checked long
ago, but you are so ridiculously indulgent
There is nothing have so little tolerance
ior As bad temper-nothing that ought to
go severely and promptly dealt with. -
But If he Il say he's sorry. Luke p
Nh Darcy raped sharply at the panels of
the door: Are you sorry for your naughti-
hess young MANI
\ fresh outburst of screams and renew
a OF the tattoo was the answer.
l AN sure he is sorry, Luke" pleaded
the aILextenuating mother, but Mr. Darcy
shook his head.
Entire submission Is the only thing I
vii listen to, > he said shortly. Il tell you
h'e!yn, | am determined to uproot this
temper"
Evelyn, with dewy moisture shadowing
heT eyelashes, and dull ache at her heart
followed her lege lord down to the breakfast
table, with as lutte appetite for the coffee,
toast and eggs as might be.
\ tail, bue-eyed young lady, with pro
Ilson OF bright chestnut hair. and cheeks
Ike rose velvet, was already at the table
'nen they descended, by name Clara Pruyn,
.! lineage Mrs Darcy's sister, She opened
ACT eyes rather wide as the two entered
uood gracious, Evy, what's the matter p
Nothing, answered Luke, ,tartly. Mrs.
paFey' You appear to forget that have eat
en- no breakfast. -
=, Something is the matter, though, said
lara shrewdly. What is it, Evelyn? I?
mas Luke had one Of his tantfums ?''
Luxe set down his coffee cup with sharp
lou use very peculiar expressions, Miss
cry truly ones" said Clara saucily.
hVelyn smiled in spite of herself "It's
Oay freddy, who feels little cross, and
a little cross ~ interrupted the indig-
uaat husband. 81 tell you, Evelyn, it's
40i'e time that temper was checked. Oh,
,nat parrot what an intolerable screechine
1t keeps up. Mary, take that bird into the