San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1889-01-31

"Wait a momenti Let me get my thoughts
together They are all in q muddle," !
stammer
"You should systematic them System,l
my dear; systemp
That decided it The repetition of my
favorite sentence, with Just tinge Of sar-
casm, settled me.
at is bargain"
And it was
Monday morning.
"Good-byl Mind Susie takes care of baby.
Don't let Bob tease Mamie Be sure they
don't fall into the fire. Have supper ready
by o'clock Good-byl No, if am bust
ness man | must 60 to the train by myself.
Don't trouble about me. Goodbye Good
by"
An active, trim figure, in o warm wrap,
compact walking hat, short walking skirts
and comIIuu sense shoes, opens the front
gate, closes it carefully, and sails down the
street before the wind to the cars.
'The deuce take it'll How lonesome it Is,
now she's gonel p
Papa, NAMES got my wagon"
scufile, a vigorous snow" from Bob.
and Mamie is yelling with rage like a S7year-
old Comanche.
l lose no time in getting to the dining
room, where | find Mamie, with her teeth
set, clutching a wheel of Bob's wagon and
pulling with all her might, while Bob, with
most distressed expression, Is holding on
for dear life to the handle.
My presence causes Bob to let go, but
Mamie is her mothers daughter, and she
never capitulates.
Papa, dust wanted Bobby's Vaughn to
div dolly q wide in, an Bobby wouldn't let
me, an | toot it."
"But what is poor Bobby to play withg"
ask.
He tan play wifi my uver dolly"
81 don't want your dolly. Girls play with
dollies-not boys" puts in Bob, grufily.
The difficulty is soon Smoothed over, and
in another minute Bob and Mamie are both
giving dolly ride in the wagon on the most
amicable terms. +,
The children had been dressed by their
mother, and think what a pretty picture
they make-Mamie in her dainty white apron
and Bob in his clean shirt waist.
The breakfast things are still on the table, !.
and ring for Mary to come and clear them,
away There is nothing particular to do, y
and may as well write that policy for Jones
that have had on my mind for the lastl
week. | must have the table cleared first,
though. Mary does not come, so ring again,
and again.
Still no Mary have waited half an hour
for her, and at last go into the kitchen. Not
there, but hear voices and laughter in the
back yard.
Well, I'll be da-shedl There is Mary,
leaning over the fence, talking to the girl
next door, with an Irish gentleman, evil
IDENTIFY i'll the potato vending business, by her
side, all couversing in choice Celtic, and as
regardless Of the flight of time as a rapid de-
livery messenger boy. A red faced woman,
whom do not recognize as part of my house
hold, is standing at the laundry door, assist
ing i'll the symposium with an occasional
hoarse observation that always draws forth
a storm Of laughter from the other three.
Mary" | say in dignifled tone.
"Yis, sorr."
81 should like you to take away the break
fast things"
Mary's eyes open wide as she replies, en-
phaticaly: Faith, sorr, an don't yez know
this be wash mornin'l Oi'm assiStin' Mrs.
McFinn, SO OF am. It's always coosthomary
for yerself to carry out the platters Until the
kitchen, an Oi'l wash em whin ! have lay
shure"
An acquiescent nod from the red faced
and smothered giggle from the girl in the
next yard, convince me that objections will
be useless.
l go back to the dining room, Just In time
to prevent Bob from pulling down the bird
cage, canary and all, which hangs by the
window, and which he had climbed upon a
very wabbly little table to reach.
Il tod Bobby to dit up dere," says Mamie,
I'M hlI1S hinOlv NMarnma alyVavs fan ont
birdie after beckfuss-"
take the hint, and, in trying to clean out
the cage, manage, somehow, to release
birdie" | am in the midst of hunt to get
him back in his cage, and have already
knocked down my wifes pet vase from the
mantelpiece, and fallen over Mamie, when
Susie enters with the baby.
"Oh, Mr.. Smith, l Can't do anything with
baby. believe he's going to have a fit"
Why's"
take the baby and look at him, with my
heart going like trip hammer.
Whats the matter with himT" gasp, as
l look around helplessly
81 know" announces Mamie, authorita-
lively. "He dot some bead in his mouf."
put my fingers into his mouth, and, sure
enough, there is a great wad Of sucked bread
adhering to the roof.
"Oh, papa, birdie is in the hail." says
Mamie
hastily give the baby to Susie and return
to the chase of the canary, which, having the
whole house to fly in, leads me a pretty
dance Shall tell how Mamie falls down
stairs; how Bob breaks window with a
broomstick; how | climb up to all sorts of
out of the way corners, by means OF the step