The Bedford gazette. [volume] (Bedford, Pa.) 1805-current, 1870-01-20
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rebellion! Chaos turned inside !
Z What i the reason a man cannot be al.
lowed TO sleep in the morning without
/ this everlasting racket raised abodt his
ears? Children crying door siam
ming-I viii know the reason OF this
uproar."
Mr.. Luxe Darcy shut the door OF MS
+ bedroom with considerable emphasis,
and went straight TO the breakfast par
Tor.
All was bright and quiet and pleasant
there the coal swapping and sparkling
I in the CRATE, the china and silver neat
Iy arranged on the spotless damask
cloth, and the green parrot drowsily
winking his yellow eyes in the sunny
glow Of the eastern window BedIam
plainly wasn't located just there, and
Mr.. Darcy weat stormingly up stairs
to the nursery.
All ! the field of battle was reached
at last. Mrs. Darcy sat in her little
low chair before the fire, trying to qui-
/ ct the screams of an eight months old
baby, scion Of the house Of Darcy,
while auother-a rosy boy Of five years
lay on his back, prone on the fioor;
kicking and crying in an ungovernable
fit Of childish passion.
Mrs. Darcy!' enunciated Luke, with
a slow and ominous precision, ''may l
enquire what all this means? Are you
aware that it is fifteen minutes past
nine O'Clock? Do you know breakfast
Is waiting? ?"
Il know, Luke-I know" said poor
perplexed Mrs. Darcy, striving vainly
to lift the rebellious urchin up by one
arm. Come Freddy, You are going to
be good now, mamma is sure, and get
up and be washed"
"No-o-o!" roared Master Freddy
performing a brisk tattoo on the car
pet with his heels, and clawing the air
furiousIy.
Like an avenging vultRrc, SIR. Oar
cy pounced abruptly down on his son
and heir; carried him promptly to the
closet. and turned the key upon his
screams.
Now, sir. you can cry out at your
leisure. Evelyn nurse is waiting for
the baby, weu 60 down to break
/ fast"
but, Luke" hesitated Mrs. Darcy,
you won't leave Freddy there?''
won't! I'd like to know why not?
It's temper, nothing else, that is at
the bottom OF all these demonstrations,
and Iii conquer that temper or I'll
know the reason why. 1t ought to
have been checked long ago; but you
are 80 ridiculousIy iuduIgent. There
is nothing I have 50 little tolerance for
a a had temper-nothing that ought
to be 80 promptly and severely dealt
with"
But, if he'll say he is sorry, Luke ?''
Mr. Darcy wrapped sharply at the
+ panels Of the door.
Are you sorry for you Daughtiness,
young man ?"
4 fresh outburst Of screams and a re-
neBal of the tattoo was the answer.
- am sure heis sorry, Luke, plead
ed the alI-eXtenuating mother, but Mr.
Darcy shook his head.
Entire submission is the only thing
. / will listen to-" he said shortly. Il
tell sou, Evelyn, 1 am determined to
upTo0t this temper"
/ Evelyn, with a dewy moisture sha-
dOwing her eyela>hes. and dull ache
at her heart, followed her liege lord
down to the breakfast table with as
little appetite for the coffee, toast and
eggs as might be.
4 tall, blue-eyed young lady, with
profusion of bright chestnut hair,
( and cheeks like rose velvet, was already
at the table when they descended, by
name Clara Pruyn, by lienage Mrs.
Darcy's sister. She opened her blue
eyes rather wide as the two entered.
+ Good gracious, Evy, what's the
natter"
Nothing" answered Luke, tartly
"Mrs. Darcy, you appear to forsei
+ that / have eaten no breakfast.
Something is the matter, though,
said Clara, shrewdIy. "What is it
Evelyn? Has Luke had one Of hi,
tantrums ?''
Luke sat down hiscoffee with sharl
click.
"You use very peculiar expressions
Miss Pruyn."
Very true ones, said Clara, sauei
ly.
Evelyn smiled in spite Of herself.
'It's only our Freddy who feels lit
i tie cross, and"
a little cross" interrupted the in
dignant husband. Il tell you, Evelyn
it's quite time that temper was check
ed. Oh, that parrot what an intoler
ant screeching it keeps up! Mary taxi
him into the kitchen, or shall be temp
ted TO wiring his neck. Strange that +;
man can't have little peace once in
while! What aiIs these eggs, Evelyn
l thought / had asked you to see tha
they were boiled fit for christians t
/ eat? %
Mr.. Darcy gave his egg, shell an'
all, a vindictive throw upon the CRATE
! Evelyn's brown eyes sparkled danger
ously as she observed the manouver
but she made no remark.
And the plates are as cold as a stone
when I've implored again and agaiI
thot shot might ha uarned We'll