Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1885-01-22
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was perhaps inseparable from the
weaknesses OF humanity. The wash
boiler was big, and the stove was
little-that was perhaps the reason
that the coffee was cold and the chops
undone The one servant was over
worked--that was doubtless the reason
that 50 many extra tolls came upon
Mrs. Moody's slender shoulders of a
Monday. But when the breakfast,
with its endless criticisms and perpet-
ual fault-fndings, had come to an end,
Mrs. Moody carried a little tray into
Major Peck's room.
The major was a little lame aud q
good deal hypochondriacal, and always
brealfasted in his own room. He was
particular, and consequently occupied
the best room in the house.
The major was tall, fine-looking
man, with an imposing presence. 4
good deal of bald forehead, and great
aptitude at Scripture quotations. and
all the neighbOrs said what comfort
it must be to Mrs. Moody to have such
boarder
They did not know that the major
was q sort Of distant cousin Of the
deceased Mr.. Moody. and did not con-
slider it necessary to pay his board
very regularly on that account. But
he gave her good deal Of excellent
advice, and was always ready to tell
her when there was anything wrong
about the table.
so kind OF him to take such an
interest in me r said the little widow,
ferventiy.
The major had brushed the two
wisps Of hair crosswise over the peak
Of his bald head this morning, cologned
his pocket handkerchief. and trimmed
his flbertrshaped finger nails to perfec-
ton, and he was waiting in the big
easy-chair for his breakfast full FIVE
minutes before It arrived.
you're late this morning. Mrs.
Moody" he observed, reproachfully
II am little late.' apologetIcally
confessed Mrs. Moody. "But Sarah
Jane was behindhand. There's a
regular Scotch mist in the air, and the
kitchen chimney would not draw Try
new boiled egg. major. And the
rasher Of bacon is good, ! know, for ]
cooked it myself
"Humph humph r said the major.
"You ought to be a little particular
with your breakfasts, Mrs. Moody.
They are the initial meal of the day.
you know. This coffee is not rs good
as usual. II isn't real Java. Mrs.
Moody; it tastes like Maracalbo.''
Il paid Java price for L" said Mrs,
Moody, meekly; land The grocer war
ranted il.
You can never depend upon what
these tradespeOple say, grunted the
major. with his mouth full Of egg and
bacon. ':By-the-way, il It possible,
Mrs. Moody. that you have taken that
opera man into your third story hall
bedrooms ! heard it. but couldn't
bring my mind TO believe IL.
He isn't . singer, major pleaded
the trembling Mrs. Moody. "And he
doesn't play the ilute Or the cornet.
took particular pains to inquire all
about that. He's engaged 10 writing
musical book something which IS
70 be quite wonderful and in the
meantime he supports himself By
playing the third violin n the theatre;
Tor he Is very poor and
Poor |" snorted tie major. setting
down the cup Of despissd MaracaiDo:
ii your circumstances. Mrs. Moody.
you've no businaAs taking peor board
ers
Yes know i. major. but be has
just b = SICK. and be looks 30 raIe
and wrelched
There i i again r cried Major
Peck. : woman j 70 easily taken il.
/ tell Jon. NIs. Moody. TIE man IS a
:mposlor, and - you'n md i