The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1872-11-07

erumplcd papers Ma'am, job himself
couldn't have stood this sort Of thing.
Mrs. Mckington looked aghast.
I'm very sorry, sir, said She. | don't
see how II could have happened I thoi
Ia kept an eye on EN- an day, but il was
Saturday, you see, aud they're like 20
many wild creatures lot loose.
Ma'am, months notice, said Major
Jessamine, jerking out bis spectacle case j..
oh, Major, whimpered Mrs Mickiug.
ton. Afler you have lodged with me ten
years.
wonder these children haynt been the
death ofme long ago said Major Jossa-
mine, Flesh aud blood can't endure I'll
I've tried my best, pleaded Mrs. Mick.
iugton; but children will be children.
and
That's the reason give YOU notice,
Mrs Mickington, said the Major | am
sorry for you, ma'am, as a widow, aud a
hard working woman, but ! honestly
think these children are the most spoiled
young brais that | ever came across.
You'll never let your rooms to any advan-
tage until they learn 10 conduct them
selves better, and so | tell you as a
! friend.
Aud Major Jessamine went back 10 his
suit OF apartments, leaving Mrs Micking-
ton with her apron thrown over her
| head.
Another window cracked, muttcrcd he !;
and the print Of Josey's five dirty little
fingers on my yellow satin curlainsi And
a birdsnest in the branch Of the gas fix
turc. | wonder where that Billy expects
TO 90 when ho dies And Sarah James
doll has been having n tea-party in the al
cove, ne added, maliciousy, as his foot
crushed miniature tea-saucer into the
carpet Mrs. Mickingtou is nice, re-
spectful woman, cooks to charm, and
understands just how want things done (;
but those young ones are simply intoler-
able. If they could be drowned or hung,
OF something of that sort, now, like blind
puppies or Kittens And Major Jessa-
mine chuckled grimly at the idea.
Meanwhile Mrs. Mickington went be-
wailing herself down to the kitchen,
where the weeks wash was yet In an en-
bryo state as regarded completion. Tho
baby, a round-eynd specimen Of humanity
of eighteen months, with checks as red as
if they bad been vanished ""A hair
brushed ir.~ perpendicular billow, or
tuft, on the very apex Of his head, was
tied into a chair, complaisently sucking
the end Of bone rattle. Joe, Billy and
Sarah Ann were engaged in filling their
lunch-boxes for school.
Ma, cried Joe, want one of them red
applesl
Ma, shrioked Sarah Ann, he's got my
slice of gingerbread away.
Amt | TO have a hard-boiled egg mai
persisted Billy, pulling at his mothers
skirts. ! said my multiplication table all
right Amt ] to have hard-boiled egg
At that instant the baby hurt its gums
with sharp angle in the bone carving,
and uttered shrill shrek, the water in
the copper boiler boiled over, and cloud
of steam rolled up from the range; the
milkman knocked clamorously, with the
war cry peculiar to his species, and the
cat knocked a pitcher of the dresser
shelves. Mrs. Mickington's worn thread
Of patience gave way at last.
Get out Of my sight, all Of you, she
said despairingly. You are set of bad
quarrelsome, good-for-nothing young re-
probates, aud IL is quite true what poor
dear Major Jcssamne says about you
Get out of my sight say, aud keep out
never want to see your faces againl
The three children, half aggrieyed and
half copscience-stricken, sunk away "a
school; the baby, pacifed with having
the end of his rattle stepped in molasses
left oncrying, the miIkman brought in thu
milk, and Mrs. Mickington lifted the boil
er off and picked up the broken bits o
china with tears IN her faded blue eyes.
It's enough to drive poor woman
raying distracted, so it Is, said she. dc
clare I've almost a mind TO give mp some
times. could get along so nice an(
quiet If hadn't any children The wis
man in Scripture calls them heritage
from the Lord, but guess he was ricl
and could afford to keep raft OF nurses
Dear, dear, the worlds hard place &
live in. And the Majors given me
months notice, after boarding with m'
ten years, come next Christmas day.
declare II makes me feel almost as bad a
/ did when poor Mickington died an,
all the children's fault
And Mrs. Miekington went about he
Washing with a heavy heart.
just my usual luck, she sighed At last
The wash half through and not a grain 0
starch In the house, Now ! must run {,
the grocers. II the major hadn't bcel
50 aggravated, could have taken th
baby up 10 the sofa in his room, and ask
ed him just 20 keep au eve Oh the li1ll
creature while was out, bat dor't dar
to for my life nor. ] sha'nt be gone bu
five seconds, though, and don't believ
any harm viii come to tie child
Aud Mrs. Miekington barricaded be
youngest behind tho kitchen table, an
darted out with poeket-bandkerchic
tied over her ears.
There wa a knot Of people gathered a
the corner talking, Rs che entered th
grocery, and others stood leaning aroup
on the boxes and barrels.