Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1889-08-05

Holt did not appear, she volunteered
to go upstairs and see what delayed
her. She found her sitting in al
easy-chair before an open fire, a piece
of embroidery in her hands, over
which she was bending assiduously
"Why, Lucy,r' exclaimed Mrs
Delwyn, shave you forgotten that
you promised to take the children to
the sociable? They are waiting fol
you in the parlor and growing very
inpatient
SIT won't hurt them," rejoined
Mrs. Holt. GA child's time has no
value, you know. And, after all,
can't go. I remembered just after
they had gone down stairs that /
promised my dressmaker this embroi-
dered vest tomorrow. She can't
have my dress done by Sunday unless
she has the vest early tomorrow, and
there is a good deal to do on it yet.
How do you like it?" holding up to
view a piece of ashes of roses silk,
heavily embroidered in purple pan
sizes.
"It is lovely. You embroider beau
tifully,'' said Mrs. Delwyn, "but
can't you get up an hour earlier to-
morrow and work on it before break
fast, Lucy? The children will be so
much disappointed if you don't take
them to that sociable tonight
"That won't hurt them. 1t will be
good discipline for them. They will
have plenty of disappointments in
the years to come.''
Before Mrs. Delwyn could reply
the door opened and three children
rushed in.
ooh, mamma" cried BERTHE, look
of dismay coming upon his face as
he saw that his mother was still in
her wrapper, "aren't you going to
take US to the sociable? All the
other children will be there
"No, can't go tonight. I'm too
tired, and I've too much to do. Now,
for mercy's sake, don't make fuss.
There'll be plenty of other sociables
just as nice as this one. Come here,
Jessie, and let me take off your cloak
and hat. Boys, you must either
change your clothes or go to bed. l
can't have you playing around in
your best things
The boys gave evidence of their
anger and disappointment only by
fiinging themselves about the room
and muttering. But Jessie began to
wall at once, and was promptly pun
ished, undressed and sent to bed,
where she cried herself to sleep.
Mrs. Delwyn went back to the par
lor, but she could not fix her thoughts
on her book again. She could think
of nothing but the grave mistake
Mrs. Holt was making in the man
agement of her children.
"What respect will they have for
her word in the years to Gomez she
thou ght. 'sThey will soon lose all
confidence in her, and she will have
cause for the most bitter regret
When Mrs. Holt came down stairs
a little later, her embroidery in her
hand, to take seat by the parlor
center table, Mrs. Delwyn longed to
utter few words of friendly advice,
but feared to snap asunder the deli
cate strands of friendship which
bound them to each other.
''If something would only make
her see," she thought, signing.
Something did.
The next day was the last day of
Mrs. Delwyn's stay, and Mr.. Holt
said at breakfast that he wonld send
a carriage in the afternoon that she
and Mrs. Holt might take drive
about the city.
"Send a carriage that will hold
four, and Jessie and BERTHE can 60
with u.s." said his wife. cit is not
often they get a chance to take
drive"
s'Can go, too?" asked Charlie.
"No, there will not be room,'' an
swered his mother, and the boys
brow was Swallowed by sullen frown.
When the carriage was announced
at two o'clock, Mrs. Holt and Mrs.
Delwyn were engaged in the parlor
with two ladies who had called to
make the acquaintance of the latter.
AS they rose to leave, Mrs. Holt ask
ed them if they were going down
town, and offered them seats in the
carriage.
81 can take you both az we'll as
not" she said, cordially, evidently
considering it of no moment whatever
that this arrangement would deprive
BERTHE and Jessie of the promised
treat. But the ladies declined the
offer, saying they wanted to make
another call on friend only block
distant.
AS soon as they left, Mrs. Delwyn
and Mrs. Holt went upstairs to put
on their bonnets. In going to their
rooms they were obliged to pass the
nursery, and as they drew near it
they heard Charlie say in loud
voice:
ssYou might as well take off your
hat, Jessie, and not sit there all pink
ed up as fine as fiddle. You and
BERTHE won't go riding this afternoon,
that is sure. Mrs. Scott and Mrs.
Ellis are in the parlor, and you know
we'll enough that mammals going to