Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1880-09-15
'Ye-e-s-that is l have taken little

'Ye-e-s-that is l have taken little
exercise
A little
1t seemed that every acquaintance
be mustered on his bowling list made a
point of meeting him on that particu
lar morning of all others, and his con.
fusion and modification were acute in
the extreme, ere he reached home,
tired, painting and breathless, as the
clock struck eleven!
| 1'll have a nurse for you, my young
friends, before the world is day older,
he said, gritting his teeth with impo-
tent wrath, as he deposited Tommy
and Pet on the floor, and went weari,
ly to his household duties.
How are you now, Carry p he said,
about an hour afterwards, throwing
himself into a chair by the bedside,
and tanning himself with the newspa-
per he had laid there that morning.
About the same, dear. How does
the housekeeping get along?'
1T don't get along at ALL
is dinner ready p
Dinner? echoed Peter, in sort OF
| dismayed tone; 'why | havn't got
through with breakfast yetn
"But it is twelve O'clock
Il don't care if it is twenty-five
O'clock man can't do forty things at
once
Yet remarked Carry, quietly, you
would scarcely have remarked the
force of that remark, as coming from
me, if any meals were not punctual to
minute
Mr.. Carver begun to whistle.
Where are the children p asked his
wife.
In bed They were to much for
me, so l undressed them and put them
to bed, to get them out of the way
Poor things said Garry.
Poor me, should think, said Car
yer irrately. l had quite enough to
do without them / have broken the
plates and scalded my legs with a
kettle of boiling water, and melted of
the nose of the teapot, and lost my
diamond ring in the ash barrel, and cut
my fingers with the carving-knife
already Isn't that enough?'
4 should think So smiled Garry.
1Iave you looked after the pickles and
baked fresh pies p
MOP
Nor blackened the range, nor clean.
ed the knives, nor scrubbed up the
kitchen floor p
Mop
Nor made the beds, nor swept the
chamber, nor busted the parlor, nor
polished the windows, nor heard the
children's lessons, nor taken care of the
canary birds, nor
'Stop-for mercy's sake, stopp ejac-
ulated Mr. Peter Carver, tearing wild
ly at bis hair-"You don't mean to
say that you do all these things every
day p
Il do most certainly-and long be-
fore twelve o'clock And yet you
wonder that am not dressed and cul-
tivating my mind before eleven
Pm donkey said Peter Carver
with charming candor.
And you say persisted the merci-
less Carrie, that child of ten years
old could do the work of this family
you declare that were you manager
things would be altogether diifernt.'
so they would admitted Peter
but / don't know that the difference
would be an Improvement
DO you wonder now that / am
weary and worn out, and that l feel
the necessity for some?'
MY dear Carry said Peter, peni.
tently, Il have been brute. 1'll have
cook and a nurse and a chamber
maid here, just as soon as / can posi-
bly, obtain them-you shall be a
drudge no longer
Carry's soft eyes filed with tears as
her husband bent to press a kiss on
her lips before he went down stairs to
resume his domestic avocations
A few minutes afterward the un-
skilled cook was scorching his whiskers
over gridion covered with kissing
mutton chops, which alarmed him by
suddenly blazing up into his face,
without the least premonitory symp-
tom, when light step crossed the
kitchen floor, and little hand took the
handle of the gridiron from his grasp.
'Carryp o
Il release you from duty, sir smiled
the wife. My ankle is better now
L say Carry
Well
Tell the truth now, wasn't that an
kle business little exaggerated, just
to give me lesson p
Don't you think the lesson was
needed p
He put back the brown hair with a
loving touch-and she knew that her
DAYS of trial and troubles were over.