The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1890-07-31
cry well 3 said Mrs. Caycndish;
you may go!!; s
358s's m! echoed the astounded SER

81 gu ma. may go! }5.sEsf
IN amp '' echoed the astounded SER
want. RI 80
You are discharged, 3 said Mrs.
sCayendish, firmly s.at once!''
l'lll' s SUNK away and disappeared.
Mrs. CaVendish went I'D to her room.
and after ninistering as well as she
could to the wants Of the poor little
8vlctl II, OF measles she threw herself on.
the bed with a wet towel bound around
her head and despair in her heart.
THERE'S one comfort said BMrs-
Cayendish, gloomily smiling, IF he
Miles!'' 4. s., ~ IS 5" ~
Mr.. CaYendish had an unusually busv
day in the city. As he was h1rrrvin1
toward the depot in the afternoon he
remembered that his mission to Mr..
Wlggin's famous Intelligence bureau
was yet unfulflled. "'s@.
'sConfound it!'' said Mr.. Cavendish
to himself. However, Tomorrow will
do just as well. Ny mother did With
out any help at ALL
At the station no buggy was in wait
ing. s..
u wonder what that law villain
Miles is aboutp" said Mr.. Cayendish. !
dark froWn gathering upon his brow.
He may think he's got a snug place ~
it, but I'll teach him I'm not to be trifed
with" 4,-
When he reached Althea lodge eyery-
thing was disorganized. Ethel was
pulling the feathers out of the pea
cocks tail; Bob was galloping around
the barn-yard on the back OF Pounce.
the pony.
Were having such fun, pap he
cried: sPounce hasn't been fed, 'cause
couldn't find the key Of the oat bin.
and the COW is lost. Such fun!''
Where is Miles?n roared the father
MAS discharged him.
What forp'' @
cause he talked saucy to her"
Mr.. Cavendish stood moment star
ing 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! I most
forgot to tell you. And mas in bed
with headache, and there's no one to
get them any supper. Hooray!"
Mr.. Cayendish 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
dlsplrltlng a scene as could well be be-
held.
And there, in the midst of all this
forlornity, sat Mrs. Burgoyne, his sister
from the west, to whom he had fire.
quently boosted of the perfection of his
Wife's housekeeping arrangements, and
a Mrs. RidgWay, who once, years ago,
had been a 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 women! And
now
He made the best Of it, however. He
extended to them an ostentatiously
hospitable welcome, hurriedly built
up blazing camel coal fire in the
CRATE, and fastened upstairs to where.
poor Mrs. Cavendish was deluging her
forehead in cologne and endeavoring
to twist up the wet braids of her heavy
hair into company order.
Julia said he, what does this
meanp Miles GONE
i discharged him." said she, reso-
lutely. You said I was perfectly
justitiable in doing so if he spoke inn
pertinently to me. And he did sou
but what am to dop''
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.
edo you know he said, ..that there
is company downstairs?
Yes; but until this moment I have
been unable to leave my bed"
ssMy dear" he said, compassionately,
putting his arm around her shoulder.
'.does your head ache so hardp"
1t is better now, James
Il do believe slowly observed Mr..
Cayendish, that I have been a fool.''
s'Oh, James!''
i wish I hadn't flown into such q
passion viii poor Lucy. AND all about
nothing, too, when one comes to think
of IT,
Mrs. Cayendish laughed Historically.
Eve all make mistakes, James, . said
she. Wait a minute, dear. I'll go
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 the measles.
could I?'
who is with, them now-the child
red, meanp''
"a handy young girl from the vii
slage Lucy's sister,
''Couldn' couldn't she help us. with
dinnerpn ventured; Mr.. Cayendish.
She is too young. Besides, she has,
had no experience But James -
Yes, 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 a time. She is getting dinner
down stairs now. !" y
..she's q trump" cried Mr.. Caven-
dish