Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1889-12-27
into company order.

into company order.
Julia" said he, ''what does this mean
Miles gomez
81 discharged him." said She resolutely
.sYou said was perfectly Unsuitable in doing
so, if he spoke irnpertinently to me. And he
did So"
''But what am | to io?'
'tPreciselY the question | asked YOU this
morning"
Mr.. Cavendish had nothing further to say
for himself He simply muttered some kin,
of an anatheina between his closed lips.
''Do you know" he said, that there Is
company down stairs"
Eyes; but until this moment have beeu
unable to leave my bed"
my DEAR" he said, compassionately, put
ting his arm around her shoulder, ''does you
head ache SO hard!'
''It is better now, James,"
81 do believe slowly observed Mr.. Caven
dish, "that have been fool"
'Oh, Jamesl"
II wish hadn't flown into such passio
with poor Lucy And all about nothing, to
WHOM o,,n coror~ r. = p o. If it =
Mrs. Cavendish laughed HISTORICALLY.
1--WE all make mistakes, James," said she.
'sWait minute dear. I'll go down stairs
with you now, if you'll give me your arm.
1 couldn't ask your sister and her friend up
here with the children sick with measles,
could II"
''Who is with them now-the children, l
mean?"
ga 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, Julial"
''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 hadh introduced his wife to the
ladies in the parlor than the folding doors
of the back room slid open, revealing bright
fire and 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; a 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 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 the retreating footsteps Of his com
pany toward the road that led to the train.
'Julia," said he, turning to his wife, tive
come to the conclusion that times have
changed since my mother did the work for
ten children without any servant"
81 quite agree with you," said Mrs. Caven-
dish.
"And 1 was entirely wrong when I sent
Lucy away; and you were quite right when
you discharged Miles. Henceforward, my
dear, we'll try to mingle little common
sense with our housekeeping. Eh-shall wes"
And Mrs. Cavendish smiled, as she assent
ed.-Helen Forrest Graves in Philadelphia
Saturday Night.