Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1890-05-08
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We'll, my dear, said Mr.. Cayendish.
entering his wife's room, I've sent that
girl OF yours about her business.
Mrs CayendIsh looked up with a 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
81 spoke distinctly enough, didn't /?
have discharged Lucy"
what for, James ?"
''lnsolenee; that's all
But Lucy could never have been inso-
lent, pleaded Mrs. Cavendish. twitching
off the last button from Bobs apron in her
perturbation
"0h, couldn't she though? Just wish
you had been there, that's all.
what did she say, James?'
Il told her she was half an hour behind
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 the world depended upon it,
But, James the poor girl is nearly
frantic with a toothache this morning.
~ can't help that; she has no business
to answer me impudently. 1t wasn't
the words so much it was the manner.
Poor Lucy And you have discharged
herr
That you all over, aid Mr.. Caveu-
dish, angrily 81 believe you'd take any
body else's part against me. Yes, of
course, ! discharged her | 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 dor" said
Mrs Cavendish, who had 10y this time
captured Ethel the second, and was but
tonng her boots with nervous rapiditl
with one of my sick headaches coming
on, and Willie and Ben down with the
measles, and not a soul to lift hand for
mel
That pretty question to ask, said
Mr.. Cavendish, standing with his hands
in his pockets lone would think you
women were made of sugar or salt now
adays. NV 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 tweuty-four
hours because. of course shall stop at
Wiggins and send you up a Swede or a
Norwegian this afternoon.
Poor Mrs Cavendish burst into tears
James said She Lucy was the
best girl ever had. You should not have
sent her out of the house in this way
How would You like it if ! went down to
youc wholesale boot and shoe place and
discharged your clerks?
Il should say you did perfectly right, ~
returned Cayendish, IF they answered
you impertinently Now don't sniveL If
there is anything ! hate it is a scene. I'll
90 down stairs and boil the coffee myself
and YOU hurry on down with the
children as fast as you can. There 3
plenty Of bread and butter and cold boiled
ham, anyhow Nobody ever starved on
that.
Mr.. Cavcndish had "camped out a
good deal during his bachelor days and
succeeded in preparing a remarkably 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 vet been brought in.
And that is what kept Lucy inyol-
unfairly cried Mrs Cavenhsh.
CONDENSED milk is good enough for
anybody, asserted Mr. Cayendish.
But Bob and Ethel declined to drink it
on any FERNS
'Starve EN- to it, said the father,
drinking his hot coffee in prodigious
gulps Healthy children have no busi-
ness to be dainty
And he caught up his hat and ulster and
made bee line for the train.
Mrs Cavendish looked piteousiy around
at the disordered table the ash-choked
FIRE. the general desolation of the room.
Her headache was gradually working it
eelfup TO the supreme moment of despera-
ton The children above stairs were cry
ing foi breakfast Bob was sailing his shoe
in the cedar pail of water; Ethel was feed
ing the kitten from the aan or condensed
milk.
Ma, piped up Bob, there a tramp
at the kitchen winder.
But it was no tramp. 1t was Miles, the
stabeman.
"Oh. Miles. | am so glad said Mrs.
Cayendish. "You have brought Gs the
MILK
Il haven't that, num- said Miles,
The COW 5 lost, an 1t isn't messelt Is
going to track her through the swamps
and the boys. If the master wants his
COW took care of he's got to pay me a
dollar a week more wages.
cot TO, Miles,
"Yis m" boldly retorted the man. ~
amt to be put upon no longer Or.
VERY we'll. said Mrs Cayendish, you