Middletown transcript., 1888-11-08

You are welcome, and everything
belonging to you, dear mother" said
the genial Nancy, as she liberated the
frightened cat from her basket and
fondIy smoothed the rufled hair. Tow
ser, more of cosmopolitan, had
already stretched his length on the
hearth rug and made himself at home.
The dinner hour drew near, and
Charles would arrive in fifteen minutes
at least. Everything was cooked to a
turn, and the table "looked splendid, -
as Nancy declared for the tenth time
to her mother and the bustling servant
girl.
Charles came in at the appointed
time took his little mother in his arms,
fairly lifting her off her feet, and then
kissed Nancy, and glanced toward
the dinning room with rather trou-
bled countenance.
Everything is all right, Charles, -
said the confident wife in his
ear, as he retired to " wash up" for
| dinner.
81 hope So" sighed Charles.
The solid portion of the dinner was
a perfect success. Mrs. Peters de-
clared "that such roast lamb" she had
not eaten for years, and as for the
dressing to the turkey it beats hers by
great deal. But the first mortifca-
tion Charles experienced was when
he cut a gooseberry pie and dealt it
around.
Nancy" said he, with flushed
and angry face, this pie is abomin-
able. No sugar, and all salt. Mother,
I hope you'll excuse this oversight in
my wife," changing his voice to an in
jured tone.
"Why, goodness, Charles Peters !
that's one of my pies, as I live ! I
should know that plate mile off,"
piped the old lady, smothering a musi-.
cal laugh in her pocket handkerchief.
"There's where you nicked the edge
when a boy. Then L forgot the sugar,
did T? Well, no wonder 1 was so
anxious to make something uncom-,
monty nice to bring up here. When
we try the most sometimes we fail the
most. Don't you often find it SO, my
rosy daughter Nancy ?"
Nancy could hardly answer, as she
laughingly contemplated the dazed ex-
preston of her husbands countenance.
when he seemed.to wake up for.the first
time to the knowledge that his mother
was human, and as fallible as the rest
of mortals. Yet he was vexed at him
self, and looking about, seeking out
something on which to vent his spleen,
he espied Titmouse, sitting on va
cant chair, ready for a spring onto his
mothers shoulder.
"Drive that cat out of the room,
Nancy Where did it come from !
Mother, don't be frightened as the
cat leaped upon her "you shan't
be subject to such annoyances again."
"Afraid of my own Titmouse, that
1 brought with me, and who wants
her dinner as we'll as other folks I
guess not" piped the old lady. "Come,
Towser, rouse up, you lazy brute, and
get your dinner, now that smarter peo-
pie are through"
The dog opened one eye, saw the
situation, rose up languidlly, as if not
half rested from his journey, shook
himself, and with much effort stood on
his hind legs in begging posture.
The sense of his own folly, and the
ludicrousness of the surroundings
struck Charles Peters in comic light,
and he burst into fit of uncontroll-
able laughter. \
In this the company joined, and the
day ended in the happiest way.
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'sThen, mother you think my Nancy
will eventually make good, cook
that is, know how things ought to be
done, even if she doesn't have to do
them herself p'' ~-l
"Why, she's a much better cook
and housekeeper than I was at her age.
We must all serve an apprenticeship
at any business. You've begun wrong
with Nancy. She's as good as gold,
my son, and you don't, half appreciate
her. Don't scold her any more bear
with her little mistakes, as I have
borne with yours many,a time. Then
we will see what we, shall see. y
In ten years from that time, when
Charles Peters had a large house and
three children to be looked after, be-
sides the old mothers to be nursed and
tended, no more notable housekeeper
was there in the country than Nancy
Peters. -a.sG+ Dos 09o1.r.a.I
Little Peters, a perfect counterfeit
of his father in all things, always ex-
claims, when he has been to a neigh
boris tea, that everything was good,
"but, then, it didn't taste like
mother's."
Happy illusion
Rheumatism |
Is undoubtedly caused by Tactic acid |