Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1890-01-01
A DOMESTIC CHRONICLE.
How Mr.. Cavendish Game to Re-
alize the Error Of His Ways.

well. my DEAR" said Mr.. Cavendish,
entering his wife's room, 'I've sent that
girl of yours about her business"
Mrs. Cavendish looked up with start.
She was buttoning Bob's apron, patient
ly following him about the room as he
frisked after the cat.
"What?' said she, in q dismayed
voice.
81 spoke distinctly enough, didn't II
I-have-discharged
"What for, James?"
"Insolence; that's ALL
''But Lucy never could have been in
solent," pleaded Mrs. Cavendish, twitch-
ing off the last button from Bob's apron
In her perturbation.
'Oh, couldn't she, though? I just
wish you had been there, that's all
What did she say, James?"
81 told her she was half an hour be-
hind with breakfast and asked her what
she meant by it, and she told me she
was doing the best she could and
couldn't do better if all the world de-
pended upon it."
but, James, the poor girl is nearly
frantic with toothache this morning"
81 can't help that; she has no busi-
ness to answer me impudently. It
wasn't the words so much-it was the
manner"
"Poor Lucy! And you have discharged
her!"
That's you all over" said Mr.. Caven-
dish, angrily. 81 believe you'd take
anybody else's part against me. Yes,
of course discharged her. l told her
to have her things outside of the house
in two hours or I'd fling them out of the
window"
But, James, what am to do?" said
Mrs Cavendish, 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 hand for mel"
That's pretty question to ask, "
said Mr.. Cavendish, standing with his
hands in his pockets. Zone would think
you women were made of sugar or salt
nowadays. My mother had ten children
-ten-and did every stroke of work for
'em herself year in and year out; and
here you make such a rumpus because
you happen to be left without a servant
for twenty-four hours-beoause, OF
course, l shall expect to stop at Virgins
and send you up Swede or Norwegian
this afternoon"
Poor Mrs. Cavendish burst into tears.
James," said she, Lucy was the
| best girl have ever had. You should
not have sent her out of the house in
this way How would you like it if
went down to your wholesale boot and
shoe place and discharged your clerks?'
81 should say you did perfectly right,
returned Cavendish, IF they answered
you impertinently. Now don't snivel
If there is any thing hate it is scene
| I'll go downstairs and boil the coffee
| myself-any one can make coffee-and
you hurry down with the children as
soon as you can. There's plenty ot
bread and butter and cold boiled ham
anyhow. Nobody ever starved on that
Mr.. Cavendish had ''campcd OUT q
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 Cavendishes kept a COW
and the milk had not yet been brought
! in
And that is what kept Lucyp' invol
UNFAIRLY cried Mrs. Cavendish.
Condensed milk is good enough fol
anybody" asserted Mr.. Cavendish.
But Bob and Ethel declined to drinl
it on any terms.
''Starve 'em to it," said the father
drinking his hot coffee in prodigiou
gulps. Healthy children have no bust
ness to be dainty
And he caught up his hat and ulste
and made bee-line for the train.
Mrs. !. Cayendish looked piteousl,
around at the diserdered table, the ash
choked fire, the general desolation o
the room. Her headache was gradual,
working itself up to the supreme me
ment OF desperation. The childrel
above stairs were crying for breakfast
Bob was sailing his shoe in the ceda
pail of water; Ethel was feeding tn
kitten from the can of condensed milk.
'.Ma," piped up Bob. there's tram
at the kitchen winder!"
But it was no tramp 1t was Miles
the stableman-
oh, Miles, am so gladl. said Mr.
CaYendish. ''You have brought US tn
milk
Il haven't that, mum, said Miles
THE COWS lost, an it amt meself is gC
ing TO uaek her through the swamps al
bogs. If the master Eants his oow too
care of he's got to pay me dollar wee
more wages.
Got to, Miles2
Yis'nlE boldly retorted the man. 8
aln's q be pen no longer p