Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1884-12-06

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any comfort in his own home !,
The next evening Mr.. Mayburne
came home rampant as usual. The
sitting room was dark and chilly as
he stumbled in.
| "No light p he demanded queru
lously:
What's the use of light 7" pet
| tishly asked his wife, who was re-
clining on the sofa, under an en-
broidered afghan. "The fire has
gone out half an hour ago"
4 '.The fire out!" Philo stood
agbast. But why didn't you have
it kindled up again ~
Everything goes wrong," grum-
bled Josie, with peevish elevation
of her shoulders. "The kindlings
were wet, and the chimney smoked,
and"
"Well, well, my DEAR" said Philo,
driven into the unwonted task OF
consolation, +" | dare say it will be all
right"
"All wrong, more likely" fretted
Josie. SIT is so trying; and dinner
isn't ready, although it's 6:30-and
/ the fruit hasn't come for desert, and
Pm so discouragedw
swell do without fruit, then"
"There'S no other desert"
any dear Josie, it isn't best to let
little things fret your'
"l'll discharge cook tomorrow"
said Josie, acrimoniously.
ooh, no, my dear! / wouldn't do
that she understands her business
remarkably we'll"
"She burned the oysters yester,
day"
"Only scOrched 'em, that was ALL"
"She is always behind-hand with
the meals"
son the contrary, my dear Josie,
she is generally the soul of pnnctu-
atty. Where is my dressing gown 7"
"I'm sure / don't know" said
Josie, spiritleSsly. "That chamber
maid makes a rule of putting things
just where nobody can find them"
"Oh, here it is, back of the door,"
said Philo, "just where she always
hangs it,"
"Then why didn't yon look there
before you asked ?" demanded his
wife. Mr.. Mayburne found it con.
venient not to hear, but poked the
fire diligently.
"There you go, scattering ashes
all over the velve! rug" said Josie,
tartly.
Mr.. Mayburne checked himself
and sat down, shivering, in a rock
ing chair.
81 wish you would stop creaking
that chair" groaned his wife; "my
poor nerves are all in CULVER
Why don't they send up dinner 7"
"There's the bell now," said Philo,
jumping up with alacrity, "come,
JOSIE"
Il don't think | care for any din
ner, now that | have been kept
waiting so long," said Mrs. May
burne.
"Now, my dear Josie, don't be IN
reasonable. dare say they've got
something nice for u.s."
"Chicken and bread sauce-thc
very thing detest above all
others y exclaimed Josie.
81 am sure it's Very NICE" said
Philo; "see how savory it looks
Let me give you wing and little
slice of the breast.n
ats burned to a crisp"
Burned, my dears Not bit of
it,"
ats raw, then, under the side ="
ado try it, Josie-really, | think
it is delicious--and here are some
steaming baked potatoes"
NO." said Josie. resolutely, shak-
ing her head. My dinner is spoil
ed; 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, my DEAR he said, hesita-
tingly, as she flounced down upon
the sofa.
"Well"
Aren't you just little-a little
cross ~
"AmIsn
"And unreasonable I A trif1e sol"
"Do you really think so, Philo ~
" Yes.r
So do l. | am very cross and
outrageously unreasonable
The dimple had come back TO