Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1890-01-23
A DOMESTIC CHRONICLE.
How Mr.. Cavendish Game to Re-
alize the Error of His Ways.

swell. my dear" said Mr.. Cavendish,
entering his wife's room, 'Ive sent that
girl of yours about her business"
Mrs. Cavendish looked up with start.
She was buttoning Bob's apron, patient
ly following him about the room as he
frisked after the cat.
"What?' said she, in dismayed
voice.
81 spoke distinctly enough, didn't II
I-have-discharged-Lucy!"
"What for, James?"
"Insole nee; that's all"
"But Lucy never could have been in
solent," pleaded Mrs. Cavendish, twitch-
ing off the last button from Bob's apron
in her perturbation.
''Oh, couldn't she, though? 1 just
wish you had been there, that's all"
"What did she say, james,"
81 told her she was half an hour be-
hind with breakfast and asked her what
she meant by it, and she told me she
was doing the best she could and
couldn't do better if all the world de-
pended upon it"
'But, James, the poor girl is nearly
frantic with toothache this morning"
II can't help that she has no bust
ness to answer me impudently. 1t
wasn't the words SO much-it was the
manner"
Poor Lucyl And you have discharged
herr'
That's you all over, said Mr.. Caven-
dish, angrily. 81 believe you'd take
anybody else's part against me. Yes,
of course discharged her. told her
to have her things outside of the house
in two hours or I'd fling them out of the
window"
''Bu5s, James, what am l to do?" said
Mrs Cavendish, who had by this time
captured Ethel, the second child, and
was buttoning her boots with nervous
rapidity. with one of my sick head
aches coming on, and Willie and Pen
down with the measles. and not soul
to lift hand for mel'
That's a pretty question to ask"
said Mr.. Cavendish, standing with his
hands in his pockets. "one would think
you women were made of sugar or salt
nowadays. My mother had ten children
--ten-and did every stroke of work for
'em herself year in and year out; and
here you make such a rumpus because
you happen to be left without servant
for twenty-four hours-because of
course, shall expect to stop at Virgins
and send you up Swede or a Norwegian
this afternoon"
Poor Mrs. Cavendish burst into tears.
James," said she, Lucy was the
best girl have ever had. You should
not have sent her out of the house in
this way. How would you like it if
went down to your wholesale boot and
shoe place and discharged your clerlxs?"
81 should say you did perfectly right"
returned Cavendish, IF they answered
you impertinently. Now don't snivell
If there is any thing hate it is scene
I'll go downstairs and boil the coffee
myself-any one can make coffee-and
you hurry down with the children as
soon as you can. There's plenty of
bread and butter and cold boiled ham,
anyhow. Nobody ever starved on that"
Mr.. CaveRdish had ''camped out" a
good deal during his bachelor DAYS, |
and succeeded in preparing a remark |
ably good pot Of coffee. The bread and |
butter and cold ham were not bad Of |
their kind, but the children cried aloud |
for milk. The Cavendishes kept COW,
and the milk had not yet been brought |
in.
And that is what kept Lucy!" invol-
unfairly cried Mrs. Cavendish-
Condensed milk is good enough for
\
But Bob and Ethel declined to drink
it on any terms.
''Starye 'em to ii. !" said the father,
drinking his hot coffee in prodigious
gulps. Healthy children have no bust
ness to be dainty"
And he caught up his hat and ulster
and made Decline for the train.
Mss. Cavendish looked piteously
around at the disordered table, the ash