Prescott journal. [volume] (Prescott, Wis.) 1861-1871, 1870-03-10

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his back TO the fire. ,--r..a sqs ssdotui
"Please, sir" said the servant, de-
precatingly advancing. the gas bill
the man says would you settle it
while" r o.; II. Il sciisBgq &c
"Noq" roared Luke tempes,uopsly..
"Tell the man to 60 about his bust
ness; / have no small change this morn
ing" .4.}s EDS % r.S'.'',' sc
Mary retreated precipitatsly; Clara
raised her long, brown eyelashes. - &.
"Do you know, Luke" she said de.
murely, al think you would feel better
if you would do Just as Freddy does
lie fat down on the floor and kick up
your heels against the carpet for a
while."' 49,. sf.it,, LII. .s.4e 90 s.a
Luke gave bis mischievous sister in
law glance that ought certainly to have
anfihilated her, aud walked out of the
room, closing the door behind him with a
bang that would bear no false interpreta-
ton. Then Clara, came round to her
sister, and buried her pink face in Eve
lyn's neck.
,ssDon't scoh me, Evy, please, 1
know i have been naughty to tease Luke
sol" ,s'-y .e.e to-. .s-z.l4aN .ssJ ,se14i
"You have spoke nothing but the
truth" said Evelyn, quickly. "Clara,
sometimes / wonder how l can endure
the daily cross of my husbands temper"
sTemperP said Clara, with toss of
her chestnut brown hair. 'And the
poor dear fellow hasn't the least idea
how disagreeable he makes himself
tOnly this morning said Evelyn, he
punished Freddy unrelenting sever
ity for fit of III humor which he him.
self has duplicated within the last half
hour -n....... .,5+ 5.,.0
Evelyn said Clara, gravely, do
you suppose he is beyond the power of
cure a-7si ar. 81
Il hope not; but what can do?
Shut him up as he shut up little Freddyg
Evelyn's merry. irresistible laugh was
checked by the arch, peculiar expression
in Clara's blue eyes. af t.al baE 81
The remedy needs to be something
short and sharp said Clara, g and the
dark-closet system combines both requis-
ites.' rig -,a.rsauasi .iir' .t-e efxsr s-q1
sNonsenser laughed Mrs. Darcy, ris-
ing from the break fast table in obedience
to her husbands peremptory, summons
from above stairs. a,.i t.elW d. @
Luke was standing in front of his bur-
eau drawer, fiinging shirts, collars, era
watts, and stockings recklessly upon the
bedroom floor. t'-' III. h7z7@ 'lFassli
I'D like to know where my silk hand.
kerchiefs are, Mrs. Darcy he fumed.-
'Such a state As my bureau is in is
enough to drive : man crazy!' y g'49
ITS enough to drive a woman crazy,
I think said Evelyn, hopelessly, stoop-
ing to pick up few of the scattered arti.
cIes. you were at the bureau last,
Luke. 1t is your own fault9 a-rss +.
my fault-of course it's ray fault Y
snarIed Luke, giving Mrs.. Darcs's poo
die q kick that sent it bowling to its
mistress. Anything but womsn's re.
torting and terminating tongue
Mrs. Darcy, l won't endure it any long
err ,
Neither will II said Evelyn, reso-
Iutely advancing, as her husband plung-
ed into the closet for his business coat,
and promptly shutting and locking the
door. / think / have endured it
quite long enough-and here is an end
Of it, 81 y G a.
MRS. Darcy. open the doorF said
Luke, scarcely able to credit the evidence
Of his own senses. noon aEFf.E ~,
Il shall do no such thing said Mrs.
Darcy, composedly, beginning to re-
arrange shirts, stockings, and flannel
wrappers 10 their appropriate receptacles.
Mrs. Darcy,'iroared Luke, at fever
heat Of important rage, what on earth
do you meant ssa=. ltt =
II mean to keep you in that clothes
press, Mr.. Darcy, until you have made
up your mind to come out in more am
liable frame of mind
There was dead silence of full sixty
seconds in the closet, then sudden out
burst of vocal wrath. '.t-t ~ zH
Mrs. Darcy, open the door this instant,
madam t4-....
But Evelyn went on humming saucy
little air and arranging her clothes.
Do you hear me-? AZ ~. =.
'Yes, 1 hear you. sR n.
tWilI You obey me?
'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 lady should be treated; not as
a meniaI.' = g a'Fs& + zai' %
Il WON'T -,.t ,.. a4r,- r -
MOT Then in that case I hope you
don't find the atmosphere at all oppress-'
i've there 80 +" 'lio7sal9 ja-F' 81 s +.
Another sixty seconds of dead silence,
then sudden rain of heels and hands
against the wooden psuels.s TasOL
Let me out, 1 say, Mrs. Darcy Mad
am, how dare you psrpetrate this mon
strous piece of audacityr - &c
my dear Luke, how strongly You
do remind me of Freddy. You see
there is nothing I have 40 little toler.
ance for as bad temper. 1t ought
to. have been checked long ago, only
you know 1 am 50 ridieulOusly indui'
gent. sfiz esil6sis t5aD ssi6ss aa.fis5,1ra sA q
Mr.. Darcy WINGED little at the iamil.
lar sound of his own words.
Tap, tap. tap! came Csoftlyon the door.
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