Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1890-03-29

could to the wants OF the poor little
victim of measles, she threw herself or
the bed with wet towel bound around
her head and despair in her heart.
There's one comfort" said Mrs. Cav
endish, gloomily smiling, ''if he dis
charged Lucy, have sent away Miles!T
Mr.. Cavendish had an unusually busy
day in the city. AS he was hurrying to-
wards the depot in the afternoon he re-
membered that his mission to Mr.. Wig
gins famous intelligence bureau was
yet unfulfilled.
''Confound it," said Mr.. Cavendish to
himself. However, tomorrow will do
just as well. My mother did without any
help at ALL"
At the station no buggy was in wait
ng.
Il wonder what that lazy villain
lies is about?" said Mr.. Cavendish,
lark frown gathering upon his brow
He may think he's got snug place of
it, butI'll teach him I'm not to be trifed
with"
When he reached Althea Lodge every
hing 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, pal" he
cried. "Pounce hasn't been fed, cause
couldn't find the key of the oat bin,
and the COW is lost. Such fun!'
'Where is Miles?" roared the father.
MAS 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 60.
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 pa! l most for
got to tell you. And mas in bed with
headache, and there's no one to get them
any supper. HoorayH
/ Mr.. Cavendish hurried into the 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
/ behold.
And there, in the midst of all this for
/ Iornity, 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 a sort of old, sweet beau of
his. OF all people, he was most anx-
ous 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 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 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 l was perfectly justifi-
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 muttercd
some kind of an anathema between his
closed lips.
''Do you know" he said, that there
is company downstairs"
"Yes; but until this moment 1 have
been unable to leave my bed"
MY dear" he said, mpassionately,
putting his arm around her shoulder,
does your head ache so hard?"
1T is better now, James,"
81 do believe" slowly observed Mr..
Cavendish, that have been a fool"
"Oh, James,
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.
I'VE all make mistakes, James," said
she. "Whit a minute, dear. I'll go
downstairs with you now if you'll give
me your arm. l 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?7
"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
/ had no experience. But, James"
Eyes, Julia"
open confession is good for the SOUL
I 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 a
time. She is getting dinner downstairs
now"
''She's a trump" cried Mr.. Cavendish.
/ Scarcely had he introduced his wife tC
tine ladies in the parlor than the folding
doors of the back room slid open, reveal
/ og bright fire and Widespread table
decorated with spring. lowers -daffodi!s,
tulips and few pu-7le spikes of lilac.
A pair of ducks ad been roasted in the
best and most tempting style. There
we're sweetbreads and chicken salad by
way Of entrees; delicious steam spud-
ding sent forth its perfome from the
kitchen, and Lucy was just bringing in
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