Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1890-04-08

|0 H"Sn Deen led, cause
couldn't find the key of the cat bin
aho the COW is lost. Such funw
w here is Miles?' roared the father.
Mas discharged him."
"What for?''
Cause he talked saucy to her"
Mr.. Cavendish stood a moment star;nr
at the pony and the peacock, the bo1
and the girl. IVY
Ethel" said he, 'let that bird 90
robert get off the pony at once and
come into the house,
Ethel obeyed reluctantly, Robert with
alacrity. avn
we've got company" chirped the
latter youth-"company, pa! most for
got to tell you. And mas in bed with
headache, and there's no one to get them
any supper. Hooray."
MIR. Cavendish hurried into the house.
Inc parlor was undusted, Yesterdays
howers were wilted in the vases. and
The fire had died into a mass of featherv
cinders. Through the open door was
visible the dining-room, with the re-
mains of the breakfast still visible
as dispiriting scene as could we'll he
behold.
And there, in the midst of all this for
sornity. sat Mrs. Burgoyne, his sister
from the West, to whom he had fire.
quently boosted of the perfection of the
wlfe's housekeeping arrangements, and
Mrs. Ridgeway, who once, years ago,
had been sort of old, sweet beau of
his. Of all people, he was most anx-
lous that his home should appear pleas
ant in the eyes of those two women
And now
He made the best of it, however. He
extended to them an ostentatiouslv hos
pitable welcome, hurriedly built up
blazing camel coal fire in the CRATE.
and fastened upstairs to where poor
Mrs. Cavendish was deluging her fore
twist up the wet braids of her heavy
hair into company order.
Julia" said he, what does this
mean? Miles gone"
81 discharged him." said she, resolute-
ly. You said | was perfectly justif-
able in doing so if he spoke impairment
ly to me. And he did So"
"But what am to do?"
Precisely the question I asked you
this morning"
Mr. Cavendish had nothing further to
say for himself He simply muttered
some kind of an anathema between his
closed lips.
'Do you know" he said, that there
is company downstairs"
Eyes: but until this moment l have
been unable to leave my bed"
"My dear" he said, ompassionately.
putting his arm around her shoulder,
does your head ache so hardP"
1T is better now, James"
81 do believe" slowly observed Mr..
Cavendish, that have been fool"
"Oh, James,
81 wish | hadn't fown into such pas
sion with poor Lucy. And all about
nothing, too, when one comes to think OF
it."
Mrs. Cavendish laughed Historically
I'VE all make mistakes, James," said
Sllt. W an d lHlhbNN, uN"i' -
downstairs with you now if you'll give
me your arm couldn't ask your sister
and her friend up here with the children
sick with measles, could l?'
"Who is with them now-the children,
mean"
"a handy young girl from the village
-Lucy's sister"
"Couldn't-couldn' she help us with
the dinncr?" ventured Mr.. Cavendish.
"She is too young. Besides, she has
had no experience But, James"
Ives, Julia"
"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 downstairs
now"
"She's trump" cried Mr. Cavendlsh'
Scarcely had he introduced his wife K
the ladies in the parlor than the folding
doors of the back room slid open, reveal
ar bright fire and Widespread table
decorated with spring dowers-datodl.s,
tulips and few pur-,le spikes of lilac
pair of ducks ad been roasted IN the
best and most tempting style. Ihere
we're sweetbreads and chicken salad BY
way of entrees; delicious steam spuu
ding sent forth its perfome from the
kitchen. and Lucy was just bringing III
the tomato soup.
Mr.. Cavendish nodded good-humoretly
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 COM
ing to attend to them.
While the family were discussing Vhe
steam pudding and prune pie Lucy
slipped into the parlor, and to use her
own terms, Strengthened up the aus
order there, and the last impression
taken away by the visitors was one Oh
neatness and comfort.
Mr.. Cayendish drew long breath as
he watched the retreating footsteps Vi
his COMPANY toward the road that led to
the train. ~, ,;fe
"Julia,r said he, turning to his wiie'
GIVE come to the conclusion that tines
have changed since my mother ala 'ne
,orls for ten children without any serV-
ant" -. Nro