The Grenada gazette., 1888-02-11

| ""PPcu ihlt tHe iron
gate is left open. should like t,
know: 1t looks perfectly shifilsss."
Il don't know, I'm sure. John
answered his wife. Il dare say it may
nave been some boy in the street"
More likely it is some one in tn,
house." said her husband. determined
70 Visit the blame upon his wife.
II don't think any one has been on,
OF the house this orenoon-that is, ou,
OF the iron gate. since you went IN the
morning."
Mr. GoIding was now compelled tc
attribute the act to the boys in the
street, or else charge himself with it,
which. OF course. he had no mind to
do His ingenious mind devised an.
other tack upon which he nigh, assai
his wife.
WELL" said he. If it was the boys
in the street, they wouldn't be al.
lowed 10 meddlc with the front gate IL
l was at home--l hope l should have
energy enough for that much"
'Perhaps, john" said his wife,
mildly. III you had dinner to get and
the house to take care Of you wouldn't
find time 10 be looking out of the win.
dow"
MY business is as complicated as
yours, l should imagine. said Mr..
Golding. with some contempt. "but
find no trouble in attending to all the
details"
just at this moment there came to
his remembrance the fact that If he
had been as attentive as he boastcd he
would not have experienced the loss
which had that morning befallen him.
Accordingly he thought it best to
change the subject.
why isn't dinner rcady?" he in.
quired. Seems to me it is always be-
hind hand"
lbs all ready to bring ur. john"
said his wife.
"Wcll, lot me have it as soor IS pos
siblc. My time is Of too great alue to
be wasted in waiting for dnner.'
Ms. Golding went out and busted
herself in assisting the servant TO lay
the dinner on the table.
What! roast beef again to.day?"
demanded John Golding, surveying
the principal dish with an ominous
frown. Il should think You supposed
there was no other kind of meat but
beef. Beef two days in succession is a
little too much for me-
But you know. John. we had roast
mutton yesterday" said Mrs. Golding,
mildly.
"Well then, it was the day before
that we had beef. 1t makes little
difference. 1t is altogether too soon
TO have it again. l wish you would
be n little more considerable Mary
This was said with an injured air,
as if Mrs. Golding had really been
acting ina very reprehensibe manner
and stood in need Of rebuke. BIT
a word Of reproach. although
she was grieved at the fault-iinding
spirit Of her husband, she said by way
Of explanation:
The fact is. John, the butcher had
no other kind of meat except sau-
'agss. and those you never eat. So l
was forced to do the best l could"
This remark gave Mr. Goldng an
of indulging in an invec-
tive against the butcher for cohduct-
ing his business with so culpable n
ack of attention to variety.
why. is there no squash on the
able9' inquired he, peevishlv. after
short respite. You know always
ike squash."
you forgot to send any up from
market" said his wife.
"Wcll, how cn you expect l will
'hink of every thing?" demanded Mr..
iolding, sharply, treating his wife's
,xcuse as n complaint against him
self.
Il don't blame you for It. John,'
'aid his wife. millly. Il know you
must have great deal to think Of
But then, you know, it is not my
ault"
III yOu had only reminded me Of
he squash this morning lshould have
hought of it," said Mr. Goding. re.
,roachfully.
His wife might haze answered that
here was no reason for her suppOsing
lc would forget that particular article.
more especially as she fncw tia, he
vas more than ordinarily fond Of il.
dany wives would have been induced
o say thus much in extenuatio'. but
Is has already been sAld Mrs. Golding
vas very mild. and it vas not in her
disposition to "carry the war into the
nemy's country"
She accordingly was discreet enough
o say nothing But not thus easily
~, her husband to be silenced
Il sec." he grumbled, ",hat the po-
atoes are boiled as usual. when you
inow how particular ! am TO have
en- baked. l, really seems as il I
rad only to wish u thing to make sure
hat IL would not be forthcoming
How can you say SO, John? said
'oor Mrs. Golding. the tears starting
o her eyes.
well. isn't It SOP repeated her