The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1884-09-20
But [ don't want to look around"


home rampant as usual. The sitting
room was dark and chilly as he stumbled
in.
mo light?" he demanded, querulous-
ly.
whats the use of hght?" pettishly
asked his wife, who was reclining on
the sofa. under an embroidered Afghan.
The fire has gone out half an hour
ago"
The fire OUT Philo stood aghast.
" But why didn't you have it kindled up
again ?"
Everything goes wrong" grumbled
Josie, with a peevish elevation of her
shoulders. "The kindlings were wet
and the chimney smoked, and"
We'll, well, my DEAR" said Philo,
driven into the unwonted task of con-
ISOLATION, Il dare say it Will all be right. :"
"All wrong, more likely" fretted
Josie. at is so trying; and dinner isn't
ready although it's half-past six-and
the fruit hasn't come for dessert, and
I'm so discouraged"
Well do without fruit, then"
There's no other dessert"
My dear Josie, it isn't best to let lit
tie things fret yon!"
"Ill discharge the cook tomorrow,
said Josie, acrimoniously.
ooh, no, my dear! [ wouldn't do that
she understands her business remark
ably we'll"
"She burned the oysters yesterday"
"Only scorched 'em that was all !"
"She is always behindhand with the
meals"
"On the contrary, my dear Josie, she
is generally the soul of punctuahty.
Where is my dressing gown?"
Il am sure | don't know" said Josie,
spiritlessly, That chambermaid makes
a rule of putting things just where no
body can find them"
ooh, here it is, back of the door, "
said Philo, lust where she always
hangs it."
~Then why didn't you look there be-
fore you asked?" demanded his 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 a rocking
chair.
4 wish you would stop creaking that
chair" groaned his wife; my poor
nerves are all in culver. Why don't
they send up dinner?"
There's the bell now," said Philo,
jumping up with alacrity; come,
Josie"
Il don't think I care for any dinner,
now that ] have been kept waiting so
long," said Mrs. Mayburne
"Now, my dear Josie, don't be I'M
reasonable. [ dare say they've got
something very nice for us"
The beefsteak was cold, the potatoes
watersoaked, and the turnips dried ike
mummies, while the bread was new and
heavy. Mr.. NIayburne opened his
lips to complain, but Josie was before
hand with him.
My goodness gracious she ejaculat-
ed, with uplifted hands and eyes.
"Such dinner! Take me away, Philo /;
l can't eat monthful.'
Just a little bit of the steak, dear
it's very juicy"
Not a particle!" said Josie, en-
phatically Sarah, tell the. cook she
may go tomorrow"
MY dear, my dear, pray consider
"Ihere's a chicken comm ma'am,
with bread sauce" suggested Sarah,
with twinkling eyes.
Chicken and bread sauce-the very
thing l detest OF all others" exclaimed
Josie.
Il am sure it's very nice," said Philo
"see how savory it looks. Let me give
you a wing and little slice of the
breast"
Its burnt to crisp"
Burned, my dear? Not bit of it,
Its raw then under the side!"
"Do try it Josie-really think it il
deIicious-and here are some steamine
baked potatoes"
No." said Josie repulsively, shaking
her head; my dinner is spoiled-that'
enough"
And she walked out of the dining
room precisely as her husband had don
the night before. But Philo, les
philosophical than his wife rose AM
followed her.
Josie, dear" he said, hesitatingly, a
she founced down upon the sofa.
We'll"
aren't you just a little-a littl
CROSSE"
Am T."
"And unreasonable? A trife So"
"Do You really think so, Philo?"
Eyes"
So do 1. 1 am very cross and ou
rageously unreasonable"
The dimples had come back to 10
sizes lips and the sparkle to her eye
Philo looked bewildered.
But my dear, what do you mean? ?"
"Philo," said Mrs. Mayburne, calml,
"you have only been looking into
looking glass
Unto looking-glass, my dear"
Exactly SO. During the last hoU
you have seen yourself as you appes
to the world. How do you like the :,
Election %
She laid her hand lightly on h
shoulder as she spoke. Philo Mayburr
sat stroking his whiskers meditativel
without answering.
Am l really as disagreeable as that
he asked presently.
"Yes, quite"
Il hadn't any idea of it,"
Because You have never seen you
self as others see You"
Another silence ensued, and then VI
Mayburne spoke again.
"Josie, nobody shall ever see II
again in that light"
Philo Maybnrne kept his word, and I
this day Mrs. Jonesbury has never lie
off wondering what mysterious agenc
wrought a marvellous change in til
spirit o. Philo Mayburne's dream.
For he amt ike the same man, L
more, he ANTI" truthfully observe
Mrs. Jonesbury.
William Didn't Peach.