The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1890-07-31
A DOMESTIC CHRONICLE,

"A DOMESTIC CHRONICLE.
well, my DEAR said Mr.. Caven-
dish, entering his wife's room, Eve
sent that girl Of yours about her BUSH
ness
Mrs. Cavendish looked up with q
start. She was buttoning Bob's apron,
patiently following him about the room
as he frisked after the cat.
WHAT" said she, in dismayed
voice.
II spoke distinctly enough, didn't II
have discharged LUCY" .,
What for, James?'
Insolence; that's ALL
'sBut Lucy never could have been in
solent," pleaded Mrs. Cavendish,
twitching off the last button from Bob's
apron in her perturbation.
"Oh couldn't she, thought L Just
wish uhad been there, that's ALL
% What did she say James?n
Il told her she was half an hour be-
hind with the breakfast and asked what
she meant by it, and she told me she
was doing the best she could and
laIuG
pended upon it,
"But, James, the poor girl is nearly
frantic with the toothache this morn
ing"
Il can't help that; she has no BUSH
ness to answer me impudently. Tt
wasn't the words so much it was the
manner.
Poor Lucy! And you have dis
charged her!''
'That's you all over, said Mr.. Cayen-
dish, angrily. 81 believe you'd take
anybody else's part against me. Yes,
of course / discharged her Itold her
to have her things outside of the house
III two hours or I'd fling them out of
the Window
But, James what am / to do?'n said
Mrs Cayendish, who had by this time
captured Ethel, the second child, and
was buttoning her boots with nervous
rapidity. With one of my sick head
aches coming on, and Willie and Pen
down with the measles, and not soul
to lift a hand for me!''
That's a pretty question to ask"
said Mr.. Cayendish, standing with his
hands in his pockets. 'One would
think you women were made Of sugar
or salt nowadays. My mother had ten
children fen and did every stroke of
work for 'em herself year in and year
out; and here you make such rumpus
because you happen to be left without
servant for twenty -four hours be-
cause, of course, I shall expect to stop
at Virgins and send you up Swede or
a Norwegian this afternoon 49, s5&.iEh 8
Poor Mrs. Cavendish burst into tears.
James, said she, Lucy was the
best girl I have ever had, You should
this way. How would you like it if j
went down to your wholesale boot and
shoe place and discharged your clerks?"
81 should say you did perfectly
right returned Cavendish, Eff they
answered you impertinently. Now don't
SWIVEL! IF there is anything I hate it
is a scene. I'll go downstairs and boil.
the coffee myself one can make
coffee and you hurry down with the
plenty of bread and butter and cold.
ham, anyhow. Nobody ever starved
on that
Mr.. Cayendish had .'camped OUT
good deal during his bachelor days,
and succeeded in preparing a remark
ably good pot of coffee. The bread and
butter and cold ham were not bad Of
their kind, but the children cried aloud
for milk. The Cayendishes kept COW,
and the milk had not yet been brought
in.
And that is what kept Lucy!n in
voluntarily cried Mrs. Cavendish
'a# Condensed milk is good enough for
anybody asserted Mr.. Cavendish.
But Bob and Ethel declined to drink
it on any terms.
'Starve EN- to it, said the father,
drinking his hot coffee in prodigious:
gulps. Healthy children have no.
business to be dainty
And he caught up his hat and ulster.
and made a Decline for the train. -
Mrs. Cavendish looked piteously
around at the disordered table, the ash,
choked fire, general Oscillation of the
room. Her headache was gradually
working itself up to the supreme mo-
ment Of desperation. The children.
above stairs were crying for breakfast;
Bob was sailing his shoe in the cedar
pail of water; Ethel was feeding the
kitten from the can Of cond milk.
Ma, piped up Bob, there's "a tramp
st the kitchen Winderp'
But twas no tramp. 1t was Miles,
the stableman.
.Oh, Miles, / am SO glad!" said Mrs.
Cavendish. You have brought us the
milk p'' S3
II haven't that, mum, . said Niles.
"'The cows lost, an it ant meself is
going to track her through the swaMps
an boys. If the master wants his COW
took care Of he's got to pay me q dollar
IAweek more wages. 4
rnGot 10, Milesp'
Yis'm!'' boldly retorted the man.
I'.I ant to be put upon no longer. DR..
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