Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1890-01-23

gins famous intelligence bureau was
yet unfulfilled.
"Confound itl' said Mr.. Cavendish to
himself. However, tomorrow will dc
Just as we'll. My mother did without any
help at all"
At the station no buggy was in wait
ing.
II wonder what that lazy villain
Miles is about?" said Mr.. Cavendish, a
dark frown gathering upon his brow.
"He may think he's got snug place of
it, butI'll teach him I'm not to be trified
with"
When he reached Althea Lodge every
thing was disorganized. Ethel was
pulling the feathers out of the pea
cocks tail; Bob was galloping around
the barnyard on the back of Pounce,
the pony.
"We're having such fun, par he
cried. "Pounce hasn't been fed, cause
l couldn't find the key of the oat bin,
and the COW is lost. Such funf"
"Where is Miles?" roared the father.
"Ma's discharged him."
"What for?"
"'Cause he talked saucy to her."
Mr.. Cavendish stood moment staring
at the pony and the peacock, the boy
and the girl.
Ethel" said he, "let that bird go.
Robert, get off the pony at once and
come into the house."
Ethel obeyed reluctantly, Robert with
alacrity.
We've got company" chirped the
latter youth company, pal | most for
got to tell you. And mas in bed with
headache, and there's no one to get them
any supper. HoorayT'
Mr.. Cavendish hurried into tshe house.
The parlor was undusted, yesterdays
flowers were wilted in the vases and
the fire had died into mass of feathery
cinders. Through the open door was
visible the dining-room, with the re-
mains of the breakfast still visible
as dispiriting a scene as could well be
beheld.
And there, in the midst of all this for
lornity, sat Mrs. Burgoyne, his sister
from the West, to whom he had fire.
quently boosted of the perfection Of the
wife'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-
ious that his home should appear pleas
ant in the eyes of those two womenl
And now
He made the best of it, however. He
extended to them an ostentatiously 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
head in cologne and endeavoring to
twist up the wet brsids 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 l was perfectly justifi-
able in doing so if he spoke impertinent-
ly to me. And he did So"
"But what am I TO do?"
Precisely the question 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 down-stairs?"
Eyes; but until this moment I have
been unable to leave my bed"
my DEAR" he said, ompassionately, |
putting his arm around her shoulder,
''does your head ache so hard?"
1T is better now, James,"
81 do believe" slowly observed Mr..
that have been fool"
''Oh, Jamesl"
81 wish hadn't flown into such pas
sion with poor Lucy. And all about
nothing, too, when one comes to think of
it."
Mrs. Cavendish laughed Historically.
''We all make mistakes, James, said
she. "Wait minute, dear. I'll 60
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 I?'
who is with them now-the children.
l mean?"
"a handy young girl from the village
-Lucy's sister"
"Couldn't-couldn't she help US with
The dinner?" ventured Mr.. Cavendish.
she is too young. Besides, she has
lad no experience. But, James
Eyes, Julia"
open confession is good for the soul"
aid Mrs Cavendish. Lucy came back {
o me about two hours ago. She said ;
Tou had sent her avav bnf that sho
ould not bear to leave me at such q {