The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1871-04-12

..lds Indignantly; ltoo4ancoarrot' I shall
dismiss you. Fs
L laftefImuch arguiug Norah finally
decided to retire. and ! was left sole
.pnnareRs Of all tho dirt aud disorder
2 surveyed the room FOR while in des-
pair, but the work had to be done, and
70 SeNsG the mop and soon finish ed.
Whsa I-was about to descend the stairs,
raH tired and dirty, I heard Frank call
ing, Hattie! Hattie! where in the
world are you? " =.
Here l replied.
Frank came up the uncarpeted stairs
aud stumbled over the mop. 9 "Confound
itPIs he cried, ewhy is this house, = dark
as Egypt? Well" hsg went ii, are
we to 60 supperless as well as dinner
less p -" -r
There is no fire made | said, "and
Norah is drunk, and l am tired to death;
and-and-" here 1 burst into tears,
and sat down on the wet floor.
"Why, Hattie! Hattie! what are
you crying about? I'll make the fire;
never mind about supper; had capt.
tai dinner down town; come down stairs
out Of this damp ROOM And Frank,
who always got good and sorry the
moment after he was cross, helped NE
up of the floor, and down stairs into
the kitchen. Now don't cry any
more" he said, wiping my tear-bedewed
cheeks with his handkerchief; "sit
down, and I'll have fire in two min
utes."
where's Ted?' he inquired, pausing
for breath between the vigorous puffs at
the fire.
81 haven't Seen him all the after,
noon. I sent him out to play and he
hasn't been in the house since" re-
piled.
Frank dropped the shavings and
started out in search Of him. | waited
and waited, and shivered with the cold,
but no Frank came. sat in the stiff.
backed chair and closed my eyes. The
last thing | remembered was violent
nod which. pretty nearly dislocated my
neck.
"HattieT' 1 awoke with a start.
Frank was shaking me.
"You will take your death of cold
you have been fast asleep"
Where was Ted? did you find him
in the cistern p | asked dreamily.
No.. laughed Frank, "but just
about as bad; the por fellow was in
the coal-cellar, asleep like his mother.
rubbed my eyes and looked at the
child; he was covered with coal-dust
from his head to his feet, and as black
as negro. Frank prepared supper
while | washed Ted's face and hands.
"How can you finish your cleaning
without Norah p he inquired.
81 am sure | don't see how | can ]
replied, as the mountains of work arose
in my troubled mind. "Norah must be
sent away in the morning"
We all ate heartily Of our supper,
Notwithstanding the eggs were fried
until they were so crisp and brittle that
they broke into bits if you so much as
looked at them, and the toast was burnt,
and the coffee not half boiled still, as
l was ravenously hungry, it all tasted
pretty good. After we had cleared the
table and piled the dishes away to be
washed in the morning, we retired, and
being so fatigued | did not awaken until
a late hour in the morning. Norah
was dismissed, Frank went to his office
and l to my cleaning. Frank had the
carpets shaken, and the parlor floor
being dry, soon had it all tackled down.
then moved the chairs in, and began to
dust the mantel ornaments, but, o hor-
ror! | let fall one Of my loveliest vases
and shivered it into a thousand trag-
ments. A very bad beginning Of the
day, l thought sorrowfully, picking up
the pieces.
Mamma cried a shrill voice, "rs
all jess up"
Where are you, TcdY' ! called.
"Here," cried Ted
"And where is here you re in some
mischief, I'll be bound.
heard Teds chuckling laugh, and a
great scrambling up the attic stairs
After | had thrown the shattered pieces
OF my vase away. | ran up stairs to see
what he was doing What a sight met
my eyes Ted was arrayed In my VIC
let silk, pinned up in front, and trailing
far behind on the floor, my white lace
shawl around his shoulders, and my
best bonnet on his head. stood trans.
fixed for a moment, while Ted went
prancing round and round in the dust
and dirt OF the attic; then | started after
him. Of course he ran, screaming and
laughing. Take carew | cried, but
too late; he fell from the top TO the bot
tom Of the stairs.
Rip, rip, went my violet silk; bump,
bump, went Ted. | flew down after
him with my heart in my mouth, and
picked up little insensible heap of
lace, ribbons, silk, and dirt That fall
saved Ted a good whipping. | carried
him down stairs, and sprinkled him pro-
fusely with water, camphor, and eau-ds-
colonge, until he opened his eyes then
examined my ruined clothes. My dress
was a mass of grease, cobwcbs, and
dust; the front width was wretchedly
torn with the pins; my shawl and bon
net were crushed and torn. put them
all away with sigh Of regret, and
turned my attention once more to the