Wichita eagle., 1889-11-16
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find tho key Of the cat bin, and the cow 4
lost Such funln
"Where is Milesr' roared the father.
"Ma's discharged him"
"What forfn
"'Cause he talked saucy to her."
Mr.. Cavendish stood moment staring at
the pony and the peacock, the boy and the
girl
ETHEL" said he, ''let that bird go. Robert,
get of the pony at once and come into the
house"
Ethel obeyed reluctantly. Robert with
alacrity.
"We've got company" chirped the latter
youth-"company, pal / most forgot to tell
YOU And mas In bed with headache, and
there's no one to get them any supper. Hoo
rayl"
Mr.. Cavendish hurried into the house. The
parlor was undusted, yesterdays flowers
were wilted in the vases, and the fire had
died into mass Of feathery cinders Through
the open door was visible the dining room,
with the remains Of the breakfast still visible
as dispiriting a scene as could well be be-
held
And there, in the midst Of all this forlor-
nifty, sat Mrs. Burgoyne, his sister from the
west, to whom be had frequently boosted Of
the perfection of the wife's housekeeping ar
rangements, and Mrs Ridgway, who once,
years ago, had been a sort of old, sweet beau
of his. OF all people, he was most anxious
that his home should appear pleasant in the
eyes of those two womenl And now
He made the best of it, however. He ex-
tended to them an ostentatiously hospitable
welcome hurriedly built up blazing camel
coal fire in the CRATE, and FASTENED upstairs
to where poor Mrs. Cavendish was deluging
her forehead in cologne and endeavoring to
twist up the wet braids Of her heavy hair
into company order.
Julia" said he, "what does this mean2
Miles gomez
Il discharged him." said she, resolutely.
"You said was perfectly justifiable in doing
so, if he spoke impertinently to me. And he
did So"
"But what am to do?'
Precisely the question l asked you this
morning."
Mr.. Cavendish had nothing further to say
for himself He simply muttered some kind
Of an anathema between his closed lips.
''Do you know" he said, ''that there is
company down stairsF
Eyes; but until this moment have been
unable TO leave my bed.
my DEAR he said, compassionately, put
ting his arm around her shoulder, "does your
head ache so hardf'
at is better now, James"
II do believe" slowly observed Mr.. Caven-
dish, that have been a fool"
"Oh, Jarnesi"
81 wish / hadn't flown into such passion
with poor Lucy. And all about nothing, too
when one comes to think of it. :"
Mrs. Cavendish laughed Historically.
1--WE all make mistakes, James," said she
"Wait minute, dear I'll go down stairs
with you now, if you'll give me your arm.
| couldn't ask your sister and her friend up
here with the children sick with measles,
could IT.
''Who is with them now--the children, l
mean?"
"A handy young girl from the village
Lucy's sister"
''Couldn't-couldn't she help us with the
dinner" ventured Mr.. Cavendish.
''She is too young Besides, she has had
no experience But, james,
Eyes, Juliai"
open confession is good for the SOUL" said
Mrs. Cavendish. Lucy came back to me
about two hours ago. She said you had sent
her away, but that she could not bear to
leave me at such time. She is getting
dinner down stairs now"
she's TRIUMPH" cried Mr.. Cavendish
Scarcely had he introduced his wife to the
ladies in the parlor than the folding doors
of the back room slid open, revealing bright
fire and a well spread table, decorated with
spring fowers-daffodils tulips and few
purple spikes of lilac. A pair Of ducks had
been roasted in the best and most tempting
style. There were sweet breads and chicken
salad by way of entrees; delicious steam
pudding sent forth its perfume from the
kitchen, and Lucy was just bringing in the
tomato soup.
Mr. Cavendish nodded good humoredly
toward her. She courtesied respectfully.
You needn't worry about the horse and
COW, SIR" she said, in a low voice "Peter
Frink, from the Low Farm, is coming to at
tend to them"
While the family were discussing the steam
pudding and prune pie, Lucy slipped into the
parlor, and, to use her own terms, straight
ened up" the disorder there, and the last i'm
preston taken away by the visitors was one
OF neatness and comfort.
Mr.. Cavendish drew long breath as he
watched tne TetfeaLinS IootSlepS OF Ills COM
pany toward the road that led to the train.
Julia" said he, turning to his wife, I've
come to the conclusion that times have
changed since my mother did the work for
ten children without any servant"
Il quite agree with you.n said Mrs. Caven-
dish
And / was entirely wrong when sent
Lucy away; and you were quite right when
you discharged Miles Henceforward, my
dear, well try to mingle little common
sense with our housekeeping. Eh-shall wel'
And Mrs Cavendish smiled as she assent
ed--Helen Forrest Graves in Philadelphia
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