Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1885-02-27

llclC IL lS, uilO lOldCu uSdllN uuuC
the books, she responded.
And what is it under the books for
Why isn't it left where | can find it ?
If you had just looked around, my
dear
But | don't want to look around
And Mr.. Mayburne unfolded the pa
per ~ began to read, his brows still
omlnonsly contracted, while Josie sal
smiling beside him, her purpose shap
ing itself more and more detinitely in
her mind at every moment that the
clock measured off with silvery tick
The next evening Mr.. Mayburnt
came home rampant as usual. The
sitting room was dark and chilly rs h,
stumbled in.
No light he demanded querulous
ly.
What's thr use of Light pettishly
asked his wife, who was reclining OF
the sofa, under au embroidered afghan
The fire has gone out half an houI
ago
The fire out" Philo stood aghas
But why didn't you hays it klndled uE
again. =
Everything goes wrong, grumbled
Josie. Its SO trying; and dinner isn't
ready, although its half past six-and
the fruit hasn't come for dessert, and
am 80 discouraged
Well do without the fruit, then
There's no other dessert
My dear Josie, it isn't best to lei
little things fret YOU
I'll discharge the COOK to morrow,
said Josie, acrimonious y.
on, no, my dear. wouldn't do that
She understands her business remark.
ably WELL
She burned the oysters Y, sterday :.
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 punctuallty.
" here is my dressing gown:
I'm sure | don't know, said Josie,
spirtlessly. The chambermaid make.
- rule of putting things just where no.
body can find them
oh, here it is, back of the Il or,
said Philo, just where she always
hangs it.
Then Why didn't you look there be
fore you asksds' demanded tbs wife.
Mr. May yburne found it convenient
not to hear. bu, poked the fire dill
gently.
''raara-sAa go Sc9 9Seu hlh. 7ier-vrl.
ovelNthe velvet reg, D rockifsAct'-..:
:T~ish YOU would 81. p creaklng that
chair groaned his wife; my nerves
are all in culver. Why don't they
send up dinner
There's the bell now, said Pnilo,
jumping up with alacrity; come on
Josie
Il don't care for any dinner, now
that have been kept waiting SO long,
,aid Mrs. May yburne.
Now, my dear Josie, don't be un-
dare cay they've got
som. thing very nice for us.
The beefsteak was cold, the potatoes
watersoaked, aud the turnlps dried
like mummies, while the Dread was
new and heavy. Mr.. Mayburne open
ed his lips to complain, but Josie wal
beforehand with him.
NV goodness gracious. she ,Jacula
It'd. with uplifted hands afd eyes
Such dinner. Take me away. Philo
can't eat mouthiul.
Just little DIT Of the steak, dea'
its nice and juicy
Not PARTICLE said Josie, emphat
ically. S.rah. tell the cock she ma,
20 to- morrow.
My dear, my dear, pray consider
There's a chicken coming maam
with bread sauce, suggested Sarah
with twinklng eyss.
Chicken and bread sauce-the YER
thing detest of all others, exclaime'
Josie.
Il am sure it's very NICE" Phil
said see how savory it looks. Let IN
give you a wing and lttl" slice O
the breas'.'
Its burned to crisp.
Burned NV dear: Not bit Of it
Its raw, then, under the side.
DO try 1t, Josie-really | think
is delicious-and here are some steam
ing baked potatoes.
No said Josie, resolutely shakln
her head my dinner is spoiled-that
enough
And she walked out Of the dining
room precisely AS her husband ha
done the night before. But Philt
less philosophical than the wife, ros
and followed her.
Josie, dear he said, hesitatingl,
as she tlounced down upon the sofa.
Well
Aren't you just htt!e-a littI
cross
Am I:'
And unrea> >onable-a trifle so?
DO you really think SO, Philo"
Yes
Io w L. aiil vel Cioso anu ou
rageously unreasonable.
The dlmples had come back to M
lips, and the sparkle to her eyes
But my dear, what do you mean
'Philo, said Mrs. May calml
you have only been looking into
looking glass"
Into looking glass, my dear?
Exactly so. During the last hol
you have seen yourself as you appe
to the world. How do you like ii
reflection =
She laid her hand lightly on h
shoulder as she spoke. Philo Ma
: burne sat stroking his whiskers med
! tativel y, without answering.
. Am really as disagreeable as that
5 he asked, presently.
Yes, quite
Il hadn't any idea of it,