The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1889-12-11

A DOMESTIC

RlrI OF yours amour ueT ttStttesS.
Mrs. Cavendish looked mp with n start.
She was buttoninR Bob's apron, patiently
following him about the room as he frisked
after the cat.
"what::'' said she. i'm n dismayed voice.
~ spoke distinctly enough. didnt 1? l
have discharKed-Lucy"
"what for, James,"
"lnsolence: that's ALL"
'But Lucy never could have been inso-
lent" pleaded Mrs. C~avendisll, twitching
her perturbation.
'sOh. couldn't shc, though: just wish
you had been there, that's ALL"
'what did she say. James"
II told her she was half All hour behind
with and asked her what she
meant by il. and she told me she was do
ing the best she could and uld do bet
ter IL ali the world depended upon it,"
.'But. James, the poor girl is nearly
frantic with tina this morning."
~ cam help that she has no business
To answer me impudently. II WASN'T the
words Sd nluch-it was the
'Poor Lucy! And you have discharged
her!"
.That's you all over" said Mr.. Cavern
dish, anRrily. ~ believe you'd take amy:
body else's part against me. Yes, Of
course, I discharged her. l told her to
have her things outside OF the =. house ;%s In
dow"
"But James, what am I TO do ?" said
MITE. Z Av0nultns WHO u&Au by tt1IS III cap
tured Ethel, the second child, and was
buttoning her boots with nervous rapidity.
with one 81 my sick headaches coming
measles, and not "a soul to lift n hand for
m.w .u. ,u.,,
Mr.. Cavendish, standing with his hands
i'm his pockets. = .'One would think you
women were made of sugar or salt nowa-
days. My mother had ten
and did every stroke Of work for 'em her
self year i'm and year out; and here you
make such ~ rlmpus because you happier
TO be left without n servant for twenty
four hours-because, of course, i shall cx-
poet to stop ut Virgins and send you up
f fSsr M %r z c S%%r%sEiHr ba snss nissr ,e"ps.
girl / have ever had. You should not
way. How would YOU like il II l. went
place and dischare d your cl~srks:"
returned Sp' ca SS Iii they ns~ercd
you impertinently: Now DONE SWIVEL! Il
go downst.irs and boil the coffee myself
any one can make coffee-and you hur-
~ down with the children as soon as you
ran. There's plenty of bread and butter
and cold boiled ham, anyhow. Nobody
ever starved on that"
.o MT: deaf sav .iar;na hi n"S h.c ISa%sIt das ".s and q
good pot OF coffee. The bread and butter
but the children cried aloud for milk.
The ~Cavendishes kept "a row, and the
milk had not yet been brought in;,
"And that was what kept Lucy ~ invol-
UNFAIRLY cried Mrs.
'tondcnsed milk is good enough for
But Hob and Ethel declined to drink it
on any terms.
.Starve 'cm to it," said the father.
drinking hhs hot coffee i'm pru<iigious
gulps. Healthy children have no bust
And lac caught up his hat aud ulster and
Vs,nslsa m lA... linz. for flsa arain
Mrs. Cavendish looked p~iteously around
at the disordcrcd table,, the asb-choked
fire, the general dcsolation Of tho room,
Her headache was gradually working it.
self up to the supreme moment of siesper-
alton. The children upstairs were crying
for breakfast; Bob was sailing his shoe in
the cedar pail of water; Ethel was feeding
the kitten from the "a of condensed
milk.
MA pipcd up Bob, ''thcrc's "a tramp
at the kitchen winder!"
But il was no tramp. Ii was Miles, the
"Oh. Miles: am so glad" said Mrs;
II haven't that. num-" said Miles.
1.-THE cows lost. an il ant messlf il
going To track her through the swamps
took care of he's got to pay me "a dollar a
~."k more Tngcss.
ant To h.. put upon n" longer. DIR. Miii"r''
VERY wel," said Mrs. c~avendi-h; ''you
may go!"
Miami" echoed the astoundsd servant
You are discharged" said Mrs. Caven
dish. firmly-'at oflce!"
Miles skunk away and disappeared.
Mrs. Cavendish went up To her room
and after ministerinR as well as she coul.
To the wants of the poor little victim ~
measels she threw herself on the bed will
a wet towel bound around her head ana
despair i'm her heart.
There's one comfort" said Mrs. Cav
endish~,gioomily smiling" III he discharges
Lucy, I have sent away Miles,"
Mr.. Cavendish had AN unusually bus,
day i'm the city. As lac was hurryinR tn
ward the depot i'm the afternoon he ~
membered that his mission To MIR. Wig
gins famous 'intelliRence bereau" wa
yet unfulfllled.
..Confound it!' said Mr.. Cavcndish q
himself. However. tomorrow will Ill
just as well. My mother did without am.
help at ALL"
At the station no buggy was i'm waitinn
~ wonder what thai lazy villain Mile
is about ?' said Mr.. Cavendish, IA dar
frown gathering about his brow. "H
may think he's got "a snug place OF H.. bu
I'll teach him I'm not tai be be trifisd with.