Daily Republican. [volume] ([Wilmington, Del.]) 1874-1890, 1885-06-15
A Domestic Oespot.

"Ah. dear me, dear mo-" sighed Mrs.
Copman. "What a world Of trouble this
Isl"
Her son-in-law looked up from the news
paper he was reading. He was tall,
handsome man Of thirty, with soft, dark
eyes, here and there silver streak in his
hair.
"Is there any new trial developing it.
self" be asked, kindly.
"No," said Mrs. Copman; nothing e. |
pecia Except that Marion wants the green
parlor for studio. There's such an excel
lent north light to it, you know"
"well," said Henry Charters, "why not
let her have ita"
"But what shall we do for reception
room " said the old lady.
"Take my library" suggested he.
"My dear Henry And all the books
what is to become of them? But dear
Marion would be so delighted if only the
plan were practicable"
"Put them i'll my bedroom" said Mr..
Charteris, absently. "Floyd can easily
knock up few shelves there. 1t is pity
that Marion should be disturbed in the
prosecution of her art"
"You are always 80 kind and thought
full" said Mrs. Copman, Frightening up, as
she hurried away to give the necessary d.
. rectons.
FLOYD. Mr.. Charters' faithful Scotch SER
vitor, stared blankly when the old lady Is
sued her orders
Il my masters library" said he, sup to
. his bedroom? Wherever will l put the
. books"
!. "Oh, there's plenty Of room for few
.. Shelves" said Mrs. Copman, briskly
o "And if there should be volume or SO lef
= over, they can easily be put in the close
under the stairs which has good larg'
S window looking out over the stables. "
81 Floyd whistled under his breath, bu
there was nothing for it but to obey.
I'll 81 never SEQ such a mother-in- lawe'
y house as this in all my life said he to tn
housekeeper, with groan. Here's MI
y Harry, crowded into the bedroom in tn
o. north wing, and the closet under the stairs
Il while Mrs Copman and her three Gorgor
70 faced daughters have usurped the Who'll
house, with their studios, and their music
p rooms and their boudoirs, and the 'mischit
= only knows what all"
IS The housekeeper shook her head.
= "Ah, you may well say So" said sh
ut "And that amt the worst of it, neithe
tn Floyd"
ssA' "Eh?" said the old man.
Il "How long is it since Mrs. Charteris-
IN poor lady died ?" mysteriously question:
ny Mrs. Akers.
'."' Sixteen-seventeen months, amt it
said Floyd. But why?"
al "Ah," said the housekeeper, "when Il
two years are up she'll make him marry o
of the three sisters! You'll see."
ia. "But they're not one of 'em under fort
and rs plain as pike-staffs, ejacuiat
~ Floyd, in dismay
IN "You'll find as that won't make no diff,
III ence," said Mrs. Akers, gloomily. 'Tha
md what she's got her eye on, as true as you
wv what she made up her mind to do
While Mrs Akers and Mr. Floyd w
q. engaged in this discussion of family affai
, 70 Mrs. Copman herself was cheerfully bu
.. ling about, ordering the maids, torment
the footman, suggesting this, that aud
other thing to her three bony, high-cheel
m. daughters, Marion, Arabella and Melicen
until, suddenly glancing up, she CHANGED
observe light figure. clad in pretty p
muslin, with floating white scarf, enter
greenhouse door, across the garden.
M rang the bell, theoretically.
sN Floyd" said she, "who is that
ere person in the garden?"
sta "It's Miss Jetty Lane, the parse
,ress daughter" said Floyd. AT least" cou
ing behind his hand, sit looked like her
Mt. "And what is she doing i'll our gre
- houses, I'd like to know 2" demanded
Copman, hotly.
4 "She goes there to get flowers for
n wax-works, ma'am," said Floyd. :"
master"
"Your master would allow himself to
stion preyed ON by every one in the village, il
mt. hadn't some one to protect him." said
save Copman, severely. $50 at once, Floy
e CON- on or stay! 1 believe l had better go
y, Hnt y self. This sort of thing must be put
res Ses to-"
n man. And she hurried out to the green-ho
ished where pretty Jetty Lane was culling sp
milk. of white stephanotis, in an unconscio
graceful attitude, as she reached up am
inAo the glossy, dark green branches for the
- like blossoms.
aEm "Oh," said Mrs. Copman, stifly. 81
YfS Lane, believe.
u 1sss Jetty paused and turned. Only h
II 81 from boarding-school three months.
b. had never met Mis-. Copman fact
IL face before.
DE- dts the terrible mother.in.la'
o:ipa she said to herself; and she ansv