The morning call., 1890-05-19

| ers 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 remains of the break
as could well be beheld. And there.
in the midst of all this fOrlornity, sat Mrs
BurgOyne, his sister from the West, TO
whom he had frequently boasted of the
perfection of his wlfe's housekeeping ar
rangements, and Mrs. Rldgway, Who
once, years ago, had been a sort of sweet
friend of his. OF all people, he was most
anxious that his home should appear pleas
ant in the eyes of those two women and
now
He made the best of it, however. He ex-
tended to them an ostentatiously hospitable
welcome hurriedly built up blazing can
mel coal fire in the crate, and fastened up
stairs to where poor Mrs. CaveGdish was
deluging her forehead in cologne and en-
deavoring to twist up the wet braidS of her
heavy hair into company order.
49, Julia" said be. what does this meanP
Miles gone"
discharged him." said she, resoluteIy,
You said That l was perfectly justifiable
IN DONG so II he spoke impertlnently to me.
And he did So"
. But what am l to do?"
morning"
Mr.. Cavendish had nothing further to
say for himself. he simply muttered some
lips.
" Do you know" he said, that there is
company downstairs
4eS; but until this moment have been
unable TO leave my bed"
My DEAF" he said, compassionately,
putting ms arm around her shoulder, docs
your head ache so hard ?"
" 1t is better now, James,"
f do believe" slowly observed Mr.. Cav
endish, that l have been fool"
ION, JamesP'
" wish l hadn't flown into such pas
sion with poor Lucy. And all about moth
ing, too, when one comes to think of it."
Mrs. Cavendish laughed historically.
We all make mistakes, James," said
she. wait a moment dear, and I'll go
downstairs with you now, If you'll give me
your arm; l couldn't ask your sister and
With irnenu up mere With vi the children sick
mean?"
A handy young girl from the village
Lucys sister"
dinner? yentured MI Cavendish.
ohe is too young. Besides. she has had
no experience But, James"
Yes, Juia!
. open pen confession is good for the sOui,"
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
70 IeaYe me at such time. She is getting
uluHer downstairs now"
SheS TRIUMPH! cried Mr. Cayendish.
scarcely had he introduced his wife to the
ladies In the parlor than the folding-doors
Oh the back room slid open revealing a
a bright IRE and Widespread table, dec
grated with spring tloweTs-daffodils, tu-
lips and few purple spikes of lilac. A
pair OF ducks had been roasted in the best
an q most tempting style. There were sweet
breads and chicken said by way OF entrees;
a deilclous steam pudding sent forth its
perfume from the kitchen, and Lucy was
Just bringing In the tomato soup.
MIR. CaYendlsh nodded good-humoredly
toward her. She cOurtesied respectfully
I GU needn't worry about the horse and
cow, sir, she said, in low voice. Peter
Frlnk from the Low farm is coming To at
tend 10 them."
While the rest were discussing the
steamed pudding and prune pie Lucy
shpped into the parlUr, and, to use her own
terms, Strengthened" up the disorder
there. and the last impression taken away
by the visitors was one of neatness and
comfort.
Mr.. Cavendish drew long breath as he
watched the retreating footsteps of his COM
pany toward the road that led to the train.
Julla, said he, turning 10 his wife,
i've come to the conclusion that times
have changed since my mother did the work
Tor ten children without any servant"
Il quite agree with you," said Mrs. Cav
endlSh, quietly.
ANA L was entirely wrong when | sent
Lucy away and YOU were quite right when
you discharged Miles. So henceforWard.
my dear, we Will try to minSle little COM
mon sense with our housekeeping Eli?
Shall we?"
Mrs Cavendish smiled as she assented.