The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1886-01-08

''But don't want to look around r
And Mr. Mayburnc unfolded the sheet
and began to read, his brows still omi-
nously contracted, while Josie sat smiling
beside him, her purpose shaping itself
more and more definitely in her mind at
every moment that the clock measured of
with siivery tick.
The next evening Mr.. Mayburne came
home rampant as usual. The sitting room
was dark and chilly as he stumbled in.
'No light?" he demanded quernlously
whats the use of light?' pcttishly
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" grmblcd
Josie, with peevish elevation of her
shoulders. "Thc kindlings were wet and
the chimney smoked, and
"Well, we'll my dear said Philo,
81 dare say it will be all right"
'All wrong, more likely" ircttcd 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 dis
couraged,"
'We'n do without the fruit, then.
There's no other dessert
NY dear Josie, il isn't best to let little
things fret you.
"I'll discharge tile cook tomorrow. +"
said Josie, acrimoniously.
20, no, dear! wouldn't do that; she
understands her business remarkably
we'll :"
'She burned the oysters yesterday"
Only scorehcd them. that WAS all,'
'.iShe is always behindhand with the
meals
.'On the contrary. my dear Josie, she is
generally the soul of punetuality. Where
is my dressing gown2'
Il am sure | don't know said Josie
sprilessy. THAT chambermaid makes a
rule of putting things just where nobody
can find them
90 here it is. back Of the door, said
philo, ',iust where she always hangs it. >
Then why didn't You look there be
fore you asked?" demanded the wife,
Mr.. Mayburme found it convenient not to
hear, but pokcd the fire diligently.
There you 60, scattering ashes all
over the velvet rug, said Josie, tartly.
Mr.. Mayburnc checked himself, and sat
down shivcrins in a rooking-chair.
Il wish you would stop creaking that
chair groaned his wife; my poor nerves
are ali in culver Why don't they send
up dihncr2a
There's the bell now, said Philo
jumping mp with alacrity; come on
Josie.
Il don't think ! care for any dinner
now that | have been kept waiting 50
long, said Mrs. Maybnrne.
Now, my dear Josie, don't be unrca-
sonablc ! dare say they've got something
very nice for lis. -
The beefsteak was cold the potatoes
water-soakod and the turnps dried like
mnmmicS, while the bread Was new and
heavy. Mr. Maybnmc opened his lips to
complain, but Josie was beforehand with
him.
My goodness gracious = she eiaeulat-
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