The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1884-10-10

"Ahlthlng, mis-. Mal bufne.
"Well, then, permit me TO OBJ
serve that | am very much inter.
ested in the book | an, veadine.S
PhIlo's brow grew dark buI he
WAS stopped fIom further comment
by the ringing OF the dinner bell.
"Oyster soup burned again." he
growled, letting his spoon drop
into the plate with splash.
81 think it is veIy nice,T said
Josie.
"And the beef roasted, when ]
told cook especially TO have ii
boiledp
"Dear mer said Mrs. Mayburne,
"whele is the difference r.
"Diiference, ma'am-diffrrence "
barked Philo, "enOugh difference
to spoil my dinner, that's ALL"
And, pushing back his char, he
strobe away from the table.
Mrs. May burne stayed to finish
her meal, aud then saunterd iuto
the parlor where her spouse sat
glaring 1t the fire.
"Where are my slippers, Mrs.
Mayburue y
"On the rug, close to your feet,
my DEAR
~ dom. want the slippers With
the fOx's head OIL want the slip.
pers with the rose buds aud leaves.
It's very strange u man cant take
any comfort in his own house,
Josie rang the bell and ordered
"rosrbuds aud leaves" but the next
rock TO split upon was the newsp,.-
per.
"Wtere'smy paperi What's the
reason man can never tiud paper
when he wants itW
"Here it is, Philo, folded neatly
under the book" she responded.
"And what is il under the hooks
tori Why isn't it left where l can
find ii |"
"lt you had looked around my
dcai-"
"Bu. don't want to look aroundr'
Aud MIR. Mayburue 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 ut every
moment thai the clock measured of
with silyery tick.
The next evening Mr.. Mayburne
came home rampant as usual. The
sitting.room was dark aud chilly IA
he stumbled in.
"No light n he demanded, queru
lously.
"What'S the use of light ~ pet.
tishly asked his wife, who WAS re.
clining on the sofa, under an EN-
bioidercd afghan. "rhe fire has
gone out half an hour ago.
"The fire Outp Phil0 stood
aghast. "But why didn't you have
it kindled mp again p
"Bverything goes wong grum.
bled Josie, with u peevish elevation
of her should, rs. "1he kindlings
were wet, and the chimney smoked,
and
"Well, we'll, my DEAR said Philo,
driven Into the nnwouted task OF
consolation, 81 dare say 1t will all
be right
"All wrong, more likely frette,l
Josie. at is so trying and dinner
isn't ready, although it's half past
six-snd the fruit hasn't come for
dessert, and Tm so discouraged ?
"Well, do Without the fruit,
! tlIen.'
There's no other dessert
"My dear Josie, it isn't best to
let little things fret you.'
"l'll discharge the COOK to NOR.
row." said Josie, acrlmoniously.
"Oh, no, my dear! wouldn't
do that SHE understands her bust
ness remarkably we'll"
"She burned the oysters yester
dayw
"Only scorcbed 'em, that wa,
allw
"Sbe is always behind hand will
the meals.'
"On the contrary, m, dear Josie
she is generally the soul of punctu
ality. Where is my dressing
gowns"
81 am sure l don't know said
Josie, spirillesslv. "Tbat cham
bermaid makes u rule OF putting
things jus: where nobody can find
them.'
"Oh here it il, back of the door,
said Philo. s'just where she always
hangs it."
"Then why didn't you look there
before you asked r. demanded the
wife.
Mr.. Mayburne found 1t c0nven
lent not to hear, but pokcd the fire
vigorously.
"There you 60, scattering ashes
all over the velvet rug sail Josie,
tartly.
Mr.. Mayburne checked himself
aud sat down, shivering, in rock
ing chair.
III wish .you woul,l stop creakine
that chair," groaned his wife; tiny
poor nerves are all In u quiver
Why don't they send up dinner r
"There's the bell, now" said
philo, jumping mp with alacrity
"come Josie"
al dol't think | care for any ,lin
,ner, now that have heeu KEEP