The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1883-01-27
WHOLE No. 1904

are all shlttless. lazy creatures. who must
be discharged promptly, il they don't do
their duties.''
Uncle Black began to look frightened.
He had kept Betty, Sylvia and old John
for ten years. Was it possible that he
had sc"lde6' at them for ten years, only
! t" have Josceliud D.rkridge outscold
him now -
Il wouldn't be too short with 'em. my
dear if were You - he demonstrated.
Then let them do their dut, T. said
.Joscelind. with the air of q, empress.
I'VE ale all mortal" pleaded Uncle
B ack.
II expect every one around me to live
up to their conditions" said Joscelind.
Uncle Black ate his breakfast with but
little appetite. Sylvia, the house maid,
was finishing busting his library as he
uttered it.
Not through yet9' grow'ed Uncle
lack. The fret work of wrinkles once
fn"'r c"min. into his brow
"S>lsia" said Miss Dalkridge, Sc
'erelF. "ii this happens again shall d;s-
pense with your services Look at the
clock Is this the time of day to be
daWdlipg about the rooms with broom
and buster? Remember that Mr..
B!sck does not pay you exorbitant wages
to lie in bed until noon.''
My dear" said Uncle Black, "Syl-
! via is generally a very good girl, if"
Dear Uncle" interrupted Joscelind,
pray permit me to be the judge of these
matters. You have ruled your household
with slack and indulgent hand alto
gether too long. shall now institute
REFORM
And poor Sylvia had never moved about
so briskly as she did that day.
Old John, the gardener, was not exempt
from his share of the general turmoil.
Miss Darkridge CHANGED to overhear her
uncle reproachirg the old man for some
fancied neglect in the fower-beds, whose
diamonds, ovals and crescents of brilliant
colors were the pride of his horticultural
heart, and she came promptly to his aid.
Gardening, indeed Do you call this
gardening"' she said. Uncle Black,
I'm astonished that you keep such man
as this about the place"'
And the torrent of taunts and reproach-
es which she showered upon the luckless
head of poor old John was enough, as
that individual observed, "to make ones
flesh Creep
My niece is a young lady of spirit
md energy apologized Mr.. Black,
when at last Joscelind had gone back to
he house,
Vera like you. sir-verra like youo'
aid old John. scratching his head.
Like me- said Mr.. Black. slowly.
| And he stood still for iull five minutes,
| lnite speechless and motionless, staring
,"wn at the mossy rim of an ancient sun
lial. half sunk in the velvety grass. And
It the end of the five nanutes he spoke
Two other wor Is, and two only:
Like-me!'
There's no KNOWN the masther, he's
that changed" said Betty, in the kitchen
week or so after. He as mild as q
| lamb and as praceable as kitten"
Sure, isn't that just what the young
| lady told us?' said Sylvia. "when she
aame down into the kitchen the first
morning before the fire was lighted, a, d
tod us she was goin' to try an experi-
Hnent, and we wasn't to MUD word SIZE
said, cause it was all by contraries. He
inn't know what his temper has got to
| he said she, and I'm going to show
| aim. And, bless her sweet heart her
| plan has worked like CHARM
1t had, in good truth. Uncle Black
vas a changed man. And Joscelind had
relapsed into the original sunshine of her
| remper-and all the domestic wheels of
Black Grange seemed to revolve OIL vel
| vet.
But Uncle Black took all the credit to
himself. He never knew that Joscelind
nad taught him a lesson.
eve get along very nicely said he,
now that my niece has subdued that
little temper of hers"
| And Joscelind was his heiress and dar-
| ling after all-for he will always believe
that it was he who formed her charac-
ter"