The Indianapolis sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1880-1904, 1885-04-07

with peevish elevation of her shoulders.
The kindlings were wet. and the chimney
smoked, and -"
well, well, my dear" said PhIio. driven
into the unvonted task OF consolation, II
dare say it viii all bs right"
"AlI wrong, more likely" fretted Josie.
at is go trying; and dinner isn't ready.
although it's heif past stand the frHit
hasn't come for dessert. and I'm go dis
cOuTsgedl
We'll do without tie fruit, them
There's no other dessert"
MY dear josie. It isn't beat to let little
things fret you"
I'll discharge the cook tomorrow" said
Josie, scrimoDiously.
oh, no, my desrl ITouldn' do that;
she understands her business remarkably
we'll"
she burned the oysters yesterday"
'Only scorched 'em, that was all
'She is always behind hand with the
meals"
On the contrary, my dear Josie, she is
generally the soul OF Punctuality. Where
is my dressing gown"
II am sure l don't know" said Josie
spiTitlessly. THAT chambermaid makes a
rule of putting things just where nobody
will find them"
"Oh, here It is, back of the door," said
Philo, "iust where she always hangs it,"
Then why didn't you look there before
tOU aeAEu. ucuduQc0 WAtcs MI
buIne found 1t convenient not to hear, bat
poked the fire diligently.
There you go, scattering ashes all over
the velvet rug" said Josie, tartly.
Mr.. Nsybur checked himself, and sas
down, shiYeriDg in rocking chair.
Il wish you would stop cracking that
chair" gTosned his vife; my poor nerves
are all in a culver. Why don't they send
up dinner"
There's the bell now" said Philo, Jump.
ing up with alacrity; "come Josie"
II don't think / care FOR any dinner, now
that have been kept waiting so long," said
Mrs. May burne.
Now, my dear Jasie, don't be unreason-
sble. I dare say they've got something very
nice for W"
The beefsteak was cold, the potatoes water
soaked and the turnips dried ike mummies,
while the bread was new and heavy. Mr..
Mayburne opened his lips to complain, bat
Josie was beforehand with him.
my goodness gracious" she calculated,
with uplifted hands and eyes. such din
neIl Take NE away, Philo; can't eat
moUtbful."
Just little bit OF the steak, dear-it's SO
very Juicy"
Not particle" said Josie, emphstically.
Sarah, tell the cook she may 60 tomorrow"
My dear, my cssr-pray consider
There's a chicken coming, ma am, with
bread sauce" suggested Sarah, with twink
ling eyes.
Chicken and bread saucs-the very thing
detest of ali Cthera." exclaimed Josie.
II am sure il Is very nice, said Phiio;
"see bow savory it looks Let me give you
a wing and little slice Of the breast"
ITS burned to a crisp"
Burned my dear? Not bit Of it."
Do try it, Jos'e-really l think it is deli
cious-and there are some steaming baked
pctstees.'
No" said Josie Issolutely, shaking her
heac: my dinner lsapOiled-tnats enough. J"
AID che walked ont Of the dining room
precisely ss her husband had done the night
teiCre. But. Philo. less philosophical tnan
his wife. rose aud followed her.
'Josie, dear" he saIG, hesltstingly, as she
founced down upon the sofa.
well"
AREN'T you lust llttle-a little CROSSE"
"Am ~
And unreasonable? A trile SO
DO you really think so, Pnilo?'
"Yes"
So dol. lam very Cross and outrageous
~ unreasonable"
The dimples had coma back to Josie's lips
and the sparkle TO her eyes. Philo looked
bewiIdered
But. my dear, what do you mesn?'
"PhIlo" said Mrs. Msyburne. calmly,
you have only beea looking into looking
Unto looking glass, nv DEAR"
"Exsctly so. During the last hour you
have seen yourself as you appear to tbs
whole world. How do you like the rehec-
tion?n
She laid her hand lightly on his shoulder
as she spoke. Philo Mayburne sat stroking
his whiskers meditstiyely, without answer
ing.
Am 1 really IS dissgreesble as that" he
asked presently.
''Yes, quite"
II hadn't any idea of it,
Because you have never seen yourself as
Others see you"
Another silence ensued, and then Mr..
Mayburne spoke again.
''Josie, nobody shall ever sac me again in
| that light"
| Philo Maybdrne kept his word and to
| this day Mrs. Jonesbury has never left of
| wondering what mysterious sgency wrought
a marvellous change in the spirit OF Philc
| MaybuIne's dream.
For be amt like the same man, no more
| be amt" truthfully observed Mrs. Jones.
| bury.