Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1890-01-01

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yet unfulflled.
''Confound it," 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 watt
ing.
81 wonder what that lazy villain
Miles is about?" said Mr.. Cavendish, q
dark frown gathering upon his brow.
HE may think he's got snug place of
1t, butT'll teach him Pm not to be trifled
with"
When he reached Althsa Lodge every
hing was disorganized. Ethel was
pulling the feathers out of tho pea
cocks tail; Bob was gallopinR around
the barnyard on the back of Pounce,
the pony.
"Ws're having such fun, pal" he
cried. "Pounce hasn't been fed, cause
l couldn't find the key Of the oat bin,
and the COW is lost Such funl"
'Where Is Miles?' roaFsd the father.
"Ma's discharged him"
"What for2"
"'CSuse he talked saucy to her,"
Mr. Cavendish stood moment staring
| ~ GAO PSu( duO buO pcHCOCk, GQO NOy
and the girl.
Ethel" said he, ''let that bird 60
Robert, get of the pony at once and
come into the house."
Ethel obeyed reluctantly, Robert with
alacrity.
We've got company" chirped the
latter ryouth-'company, pa! most for
got to tell you. And mas in bed with
headache, and there's no one to get them
any supper. Hooray!"
Mr.. Cavendish hurried int the house
The parlor was undusted, yesterdays
flowers were w1lted in the vases, ana
! the fire had died into q mass of feathery
cinders. Through the open door was
visible the dining-room, with the re-
mains of the breakfast still visible
as dispiriting scene as could well be
| beheld.
And there, in the midst of all this for
lernity, sat Mrs. Burgoyne, his sister
from the West, to whom he had fre-
quently boasted of the perfection of the
wife's housekeeping arrangements, and
a 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 a
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 justif-
able in doing so if he spoke impertinent-
ly to me. And he did So"
But what am 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?"
''Yes; but until this moment l have
been unable to leave my bed"
my DEAR" he said, compassionately,
putting his arm around her shoulder,
docs your head ache so hard?"
1T is better now, James,"
Il do believe" slowly observed Mr.
Cavendish, "that have been q fool"
"Oh, james,"
81 wish hadn't flown into suoh pas
sion with poor Lucy. And all about
nothing, too, when one comes to think of
IT."
Mrs. Cavendish laughed hysterically.
I'VE all make mistakes, James," said
she. wait a minute, dear. I'll 90
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 I9"
''Who is with them now-the children,
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
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 downstairs
now"
''She's trump" cried Mr.. Cavendish.
Scarcely had he introduced his wife to
the ladies in the parlor than the folding
doors of the back room slid open, reveal
ing bright fire and Widespread table.
decorated with spring flowers -daffodils,
tulips and few purple spikes of lilac.
A pair of ducks had been roasted in the
best and most tempting style. There
were sweetbreads and chicken salad by
way Of entrees; a delicious steam bud
ding sent forth its perfome from the
kitchen, and Lucy was just bringing in
the tomato soup.
Mr. Cayendish nodded good
toward her. She courtesied respectfully
You needn't worry about the horse
and COW, sir" she said, in low voice,
Peter Frink from the Low farm is COM
} ing to attend to them"
While the family were discussing the
, steam pudding and prune pie Lucy
slipped into the parlor, and, to use her
own terms, Strengthened up the dis
order there, and the last impression
taken away by the visitors was one OF
, neatness and comfort
Mr.. Cayendish drew long breath as
he watched the retreating footsteps oi
his company toward the road that led to
, the train.
Julia said he, turning to his wife
I've coma to the eonclusion that tins.
have changed, since my N.efhe1 id TIA
work for ten children wit614I en1 81 s
ant.
= quite agree with Tpa. said Hrs.