Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1880-01-29

ade costume OF "Charity," with its
quiet brown shades that matched so ex-
actly her bright, intelligent eyes.
Ermine protested against their early
desertion.
81 shall feel quite the inconsolable
host with two such bright particular
stars gone. Do stay and let me trust to
my powers of penitent persuasion with
Mrs. Clarence tomorrow"
And SO they went Eome, and Mr.. En-
mine assisted them to their carriage and
was rewarded by Madge's CHEEKY
g Thank you" and a shy, half-worship-
full, half-roguish glance from Mable's
blue eyes.
The September sunshine streamed in
through the windows of the Clarence
dining-room-a small, cozy room, with
gay carpet and pictures, and the table
spread in the middle of the foor-and
lighted up with wonderfully vivifying
radiance the spotless linen and simple,
pretty china and glass; and also light
ing up, but with no glad reflection of ra
dance, the pale, patient face of an ell
derby invalid lady, who sat YEARLY be-
hind the breakfast service-Mrs. Clar-
renee, between whom and her beautiful
daughter Mabel were still traces of
vivid, yet pitifully faded resemblance.
Opp osite Mrs. Clarence Madge sat
fresh and irreproachable as to toilet,
which was simple cambria wrapper,
with dainty dimity ruffiing at the neck.
And at one side sat Mabel, her lovely
golden hair skewered with a long hair
pin, and her forehead dashed with
crimping- pins; her snowy morning dress
soiled and semi buttonless, wholly col
larless, and her tiny feet thrust into
slovenly slippers.
Mrs. Clarence poured out the coffee
as she chatted with the girls, in her
motherly, interested way.
ssTell me all about the party last
night, children; you were SO good to
come home early
Madge looked up brightly.
cit was delightful, mamma. Forest
Lawn is most elegant place, and the
company was well chosen"
Mabel sat frowning Grossly at the
steaming coffee.
"Mamma, you know perfectly hate
coffee! Why didn't you tell Bridget
to make chocolates? 1 shan't touch
Coffee
Gentle Mrs Clarrence's face looked
suddenly distressed.
81 am sorry, dear, if you are disap-
pointed, but Bridget was so busy this
morning.
: The ungracious voice broke in, harsh
ly-
." Then why didn't you make it your
selfp''
Mrs. Clarence flushed, and she gave
Mabel a sad, reproachful look; then
another of warning towards the open
door.
"What are you pantomiming about,
for heavens sake? Madge, it is laugh
able to see the angelic disgust ON your
face.''
Madge went on with her breakfast
quietly.
elf my face shows my displeasure
and grief at the saucy way you speak to
mamma, it only betrays half what feel.
Perhaps when you know there is
stranger in the kitchen, eating his break
fast that Bridget gave him, and who
hears every word you say, you will be
induced to speak at least a trifle more
respectfully, even if you don't mean it,
Mabel's lip curled.
"What do you suppose care for a
stranger? Mamma, am I to have my
chocolate or not? Bridget! You lazy
thing, where's my chocolate?"
And Bridget not being that second on
the spot to answer, Mabel rushed angri-
ly out into the kitchen in-search of her,
to find instead rough-bearded, ragged
clothed man.
81 don't see why you couldn't have
eaten your breakfast outside. The idea
of mamma being such an idiot as to al
low beggars in the house! Be quick as
you can, and get out!''
Evidently pretty Mabel was in the
proverbial ill-humor that comes after
night of dissipation.
She slammed closet-doors in her
search after the chocolate, and alter
nately scolded her mother, berated
Bridget and tantalized Madge, until at
last she grew so angry over the tempest
she was raising that she threw herself
into the chair in veritable fit of stub
born sulkiness.
Then, Madge having insisted on her
mother taking walk in the sunny gar
den, she went into the kitchen.
pheasant morning, isn't it? What
a pity Bridget didn't give you your
breakfast little more appetizingly.
Here, do make the remnant of your cof-
fee at least palatable.