The Louisianian. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1870-1871, 1871-04-06
"OUR STORY TEL / E R"
MRS. ROCHESTER'S MAID.
BY DAISY vENToR.

"OH! 'ou witted, witted boy! 'ou hurt
my dolly and down went Allie
Keih's little fbst Oh Freds chucby arm
with all the force she could muster for
the emergency.
II amt witted, and dolly's dot fever,
ike ou's was" re'orted Fred, with
eDdrav See, Allie; do5sCc-- cone cause
dolIy's 50 SICK! Doctor says mus nasa e
bleed wun." lheith vernacular for make
the blood run,') "and 'ou ook--dare :"
Allie gave passionate scream, anu
launched herself straightway at Master
Fred. Aas! poor dolly! the little mis-
chief-maker had provided himself with
two pronged fork in some secret journey
kitchenward, and with the last triumph
ant exclamation he plunged it vigorous
ly into dolly's arm. The blood did run
with vengeance, or, rather, the saw-dust
did; and even hard-hearted Fred beheld
with dismay the sudden collapse of the
much abused arm as the pile of sawdust
grew larger.
"Ou kill my dolly! 'ou sail be hunged"
screamed Allie, fighting tooth and nail.
II don't love 'Ou one bit, 'ou bad, cwuel
boy" Fred was really frightened at the
catastrophe, but by no means 10th to
continue the battle and between them
they made twilight hideous with their
wells, as they kicked and bit each other
like little furics Allie fought so determ-
inedly that Fred finally began to retreat
backward, and as she made a desperate
clutch at his curly pate he tumbled up
against the stove, and in trying to save
himself caugt hold of it with his hand.
There was prolonged and horrible
shrek from both twins as nurse and pa
pa appeared in the door together.
Good 'eavens!" cried nurse, diving,
at Allie.
Children, what upon earth have you
been doing? ?" demanded Percy Keith, as
he pickedup poor Fred and laid him roar
ing on the sofa.
"He kill my dolly" sobbed Allie.
"Alhe sove me into e stove !" yelled
Fred.
"Hush both of you," said their papa,
severely. "Nurse, light the gas. 1 should
think that by this time you would have
learned that you can never leave these
monkeys without some terrible piece OF
mischief coming of. Allie, stop that roar
ing Fred, let papa look at your hand."
The child tried manfully to hush his
sobs, but Mr.. Keith's gentle touch was
torture to the badly burned little hand.
"Oh! 'ou hurt dwedful!" cried Fred.
"Poor little fellow!' said his father,
tenderly, C. this is rather worse than the
generality of your scrapes. Lie still,
Fred, and try not to cry while papa goes
fer something to bandage it; and with a
somewhat concerned face Percy walked
off.
whats the matter here?" asked a
bright cheerful voice, as nurse admins
tered vigorous shake to the penitent
and terrified Allie-"a worse misfortune
than usual, Fred?" and the speaker, a
very pretty woman of three -and-twenty
bent down to kiss the little tear-stained
face.
"You here, Fanny?" and Percy gave
his sister kindly nod as he returned
with the requisite remedies. "My mon
keys grow more naughty every day, you
see; and, unfortunately, I won't do for a
keeper. Fred has succeeded in burning
his hand, which 1 hope will keep him out
OF mischief for few days; and l
believe 1 upset an inkstand over my last
manuscript in my fight up stairs to see
what the row was about. How are Frank
and the children
'Quite well said Mre. Rochester, brisk
y, pulling Of her gsoves and i3ting AlEe