The new dominion. [volume] (Morgantown, W. Va.) 1876-1904, 1884-10-04


'rosebuds and leaves" but the next
rock to split upon was the newspaper.
"Where's my paper? What's the
reason man can never find paper
when he wants it?'
''Here it is, Philo. folded neatly
under the books" she responded.
sAnd what is it under. the books for
Why isn't il left where / can find itr'
"If you had looked around my
dear"
"But don't want to look around"
And Mr.. Mayburne unfolded the
sheet and began to read, his brows still
ominously contracted, while Josie SAT
smiling beside him, her purpose shaping
itself more and more definitely in her
mind at every moment that the clock
measured off with silvery tick.
The next evening Mr.. Mayburne
came home rampant as usual. The
sitting-room was dark and chilly as he
stumbled in.
mo lightp" he demanded, queru
lousy.
whats the use of light?" pettis6ly
asked his wife, who was reclining or
the sofa. underan embroidered afghan.
''The fire has gone out half an houl
ago."
1.-THE fire outr' Philo stood aghast
But why didn't you have it kindlec
up againP'
Everything goes wrong" grumblec
Josie, with peevish elevation of hel
shoulders. "The kindlings were wei
and the chimney smoked, and -"
"Well, well, my DEAR" said Philo.
driven to the unwonted task of conso-
lation, II dare say it will be all right. ;"
"All wrong, more likely" fretteo
Josie. at is so trying; and dinner ISM
ready, although it's half past six, and
the fruit hasn't come for dessert, and
I'm SO discouraged"
"We'll do without the fruit, then"
"There's no other dessert"
my dear Josie, it isn't best to lei
little things fret your
"I'll discharge the cook tomorrow,
said Josie, acrimoniously.
+ 30, no, dear! l wouldn't do that
she understands her business remark
ably well.''
'She burned the oysters yesterday
'Only scorched 'em, that was all!''
"She is always be hindhand with the
meals"
"On the contrary, my dear Josie, she
is generally the soul of punctuality.
Where is my dressing gown"
81 am sure don't know" said Josie,
spiritlessly. THAT chambermaid makes
a rule of putting things just where no.
body can find them"
80, here it is, back Of the door,
said Philo, 'just where she always
hangs it."
fore you askedP' demanded the wife,
Mr.. Mayburne found it convenient not
to hear, but poked the fire diligently.
There you go, scattering ashes all
over the velvet rug" said Josie,
tartly.
Mr.. Mayburne checked himself, and
sat down shivering, in rocking
chair.
II wish you would stop creaking that
CHAIR" groaned his wife; "my poor
nerves are all in CULVER. Why don't
they send up dinnerp"
There's the bell now," said Philo,
jumping up with alacrity; "come
81 don't think care for any dinner,
now that / have been kept waiting Sc
long," said Mrs Mayburne.
"Now, my dear Josie, don't be un
reasonable. l dare say they've got
something very nice for u.s."
The beefsteak was cold, the potatoes
water-soaked and the turnips dried like
mummies, while the bread was new
and heavy. Mr.. Mayburne opened his
lips to complain, but Josie was before.
hand with him.
my goodness gracious" she ejacu.
lated, with uplifted hands and eyes.
'.Such dinner! Take me away, Philo
l can't eat mouthful."
''Just little bit of the steak, dear
it's very juicy"
"Not a particle!'' said Josie, EN-
phatically. ''Sarah, tell the cook SHIT
may 60 tomorrow.
"My dear, my dear. pray consider
There's a chicken coming with
bread sauce" suggested Sarah, with
twinkling eyes.
"Chicken and bread sauce-the very
think detest of all others!' exclaimed
Josie.
II am sure its very nice," said Philo
"see how savory it looks. Let me give
you wing and a little slice of the
breastt'
'.It's burned to crisp!''
Burned, my dearp Not bit of it. :"
s'It's raw, then, under the sider'
''Do try it, JOSIE really think it il
delicious-and here are some steamine
baked potatoes.
"No.n said Josie resolutelv. sh akino
her head; my dinner is spoiled that's
enough"
And she walked out of the dining
room precisely as her. husband had
done the night before. But Philo, less
philosophical than his wife, rose and
followed her.
"Josie, DEAR" he said, hesitatingly,
as she flounced down upon the sofa.
"Wen."
aren't you just little-a little
CROSSE"
"Am Ip"
Sand unreasonable A trife sop
"Do you really think SO, Philop'
eyes"
$50 do l. 1 am very cross and out.
rageously unreasonable!''
The dimples had come back to Josie's
lips and the sparkle in her eyes. Philc
looked bewildered.
'But, my dear, what do you meanp'
"Philo, "said Mrs. Mayburne, calmly
''you have only been looking into a
looking glass"
Into looking-glass, my dearP"
Exactly SO. During the last hou1