Idaho County free press. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho Territory) 1886-current, 1890-04-25
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81 ant to be put upon no longer.
DIR. Mller's mani"
Every well," said Mrs. Cavendish;
''you may gol'
"Ma'ml'' echoed the astounded
servant.
"You are discharged, said Mrs.
Cavendish, firmly-"at once!'
Miles skunk away and disappeared.
Mrs. Cavendish went up to her
room, and after ministering as well
as she could to the poor little victim
of measles she threw herself on the
bed with wet towel bound around
her head and despair in her heart.
"There's one comfort" said Mrs.
Cavendish, gloomily smiling, eff he
discharged Lucy, l have sent away
Miles!"
Mr.. Cavendish had an unusually
busy day in the city. AS he was hur
rying toward the depot in the after
noon he remembered that his mis-
sion to Mr.. Virgins famous "intel-
ligence bureau" was yet unfulfilled.
'Confound itl'' said Mr.. Cavendish
to himself. However, tomorrow
will do just as WE'LL My mother did
without any help at all"
At the station no buggy was in
waiting.
81 wonder what that lazy william
Miles is about?" said Mr.. Cavendish,
a dark frown gathering upon his
brow. "He may think he's got II
snug place of it, but I'll teach him
I'm not to be trihed with"
When he reached Althea lodge
everything was disorganized. Ethel
was pulling the feathers out of the
peacock's tail; Bob was galloping
around the barn-yard on the back of
Ponnce, the pony.
Were 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 fa-
ther.
"Ma's discharged him.
"What for?"
"'Cause ne talked saucy to her."
Mr.. Cavendish stood a 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, pa! | most
forgot to tell you. And mas in bed
with headache, and there's no one to
get them any supper Hooray'
Mr. Cavendish hurried into the
house. The parlor was undusted,
yesterdays flowers were wilted in the
vases, and the fire had died into a
mass OF fcathery cinders. Through
the open door was visible the dining
room, with the remains of the break
fast still visible-as dispiriting a scene
us could well be beheld.
And there, in the midst of all this
forlonity, sat Mrs. Burgoyne, his sis
ter from the west, to whom he had
frequently boosted to the perfection
of the wiie's housekeeping arrange
ments, and Mrs. Ridgway, who
once, years ago, had been sort of
old, sweet beau of his OF all people,
he was most anxious that his home
should appear pleasant in the eyes of
those two womenl And now
He made the best of it, however
He extended to them an ostentatious-
ly hospitable welcome, hurriedly built
up blazing camel coal fire in the
CRATE, and FASTENED upstairs to where
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her forehead in cologne and endeavor-
ing to twist up the wet braids of her
heavy hair into company order.
"Julia, said he, what does this
mean? Miles gone"
~ discharged him." said she reso-
lutely. You said Twas perfectly just
ihable in doing SO if he spoke impert-
inently to me. And he did So"
But what ain to dor"
Precisely the question | asked you
this morning.
Mr.. Cavendish had nothing further
to say for himself He simply NUT
tered some kind of an anathema be-
tween his closed lips"
"Do you know" he said, that
there is company down-stairs?"
eyes; but until this moment | have
been unable to leave my bed"
"My dear" he said, compassionate
ly, putting his arm around her
shoulder, "does your head ache so
hard?'
ut is better now. James"
81 do believe" slowly observed Mr..
Cavendish, "that I've been n fool"
ooh, james,
81 wish hadn't flown into such n
passion with poor Lucy. And all
about nothing, too, when one comes
to think of it. .
Mrs. Cavendish laughed hysterical-
ly.
eve all make mistakes, James, "
said she. "Wait minute, dear. I'll
go downstairs with you nowifyou'll
give me your arm. | couldn't ask
your sister and her friend up here
with the children sick with measels,
could II"
"Who is with them now-the chill
dren, | mean?'
"a handy young girl from the viii
lage-Lucy's sister"
"Couldn 't-couldn't she help us
with the dinner?" ventured Mr.. Cav
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