Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1890-04-08
DOMESTIC CHRONICLE.
pow Mr.. Cavendish Game to Re-
aljze the Error of His Ways.

How Mr.. Cavendish Game to Re-
alize the Error Of His Ways.
sWell. my DEAR" said Mr.. Cavendish,
,ntering his wife's room, "I've sent that
cr Of yours about her business"
Mrs. Cavendish looked up with start
She was buttoning Bob's apron, patient
" following him about the room as he
tisked after the cat.
"What?" said she, in a dismayed
voice.
81 spoke distinctly enough, didn't L?
l-have- scharged-Lucy"
"What for, James?"
"Insolence; that's all"
"But Lucy never could have been in
plent" pleaded Mrs. Cavendish, witch
Ing of the last button from Bobs apron
in her perturbation.
"0h, couldn't she, thought / 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 IL all the world de-
pended upon it,"
"But, James, the poor girl is nearly
frantic with toothache this morning"
q can't help that; she has no bust
ness to answer me impudently. 1t
wasn't the words SO much-it was the
manner
'PcOr Lucy! 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,
ofcourse discharged her. / told her
tohave her things outside of the house
iltwo hours or Id fling them out of the
window"
"Bu', 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
npdlty. with one of my sick head
aches coming on, and Willie and Pen
Gown with the measles. and not soul
TO Lift hand for me!'
mats pretty question to ask"
Sald Mr. Cayendish, standing with his
hands in his pockets. zone would think
you women were made of sugar or salt
nowadays. My mother had ten children
-en-and did every stroke of work for
en- herself year in and year out; and
mere you make such a rumpus because
!Ou happen to be left without a servant
lot twenty-four hours-because, OF
course, | shall expect to stop al Virgins
,uu SEND you up Swede or Norwegian
this afternoon
fVof Mrs, Cavendish burst into tears.
James said she, Lucy was the
N@glrl have ever had You should
NV nave sent her out of the house in
.us way How would you like it if l
went aeu' DOWN to your wholesale boot and
'u Ug place and discharged your clerks?"
isnould say you did perfectly right"
N'urhed Cavendish, ''if they answered
ii ,a mpertinently. Now don't snivell
n, 'nere Is any thing hate it is scene.
60 downstairs and boil the coffee
''ii-any one can make coffee-and
hurry down with the children as
m" n as you can, There's plenty OF
"eau and butter and cold boiled ham,
W Nobody ever starved on that"
enaa ' NaVendlsh had "camped out" a
~ N ueal during his bachelor days,
N. succeeded in preparing a remark
4 sooo pot of coffee. The bread and
NV, Nr and cold ham were not bad OF
h, A,ho' but the children cried aloud
and iA' The Cavendishes kept a COW,
h 'He milk had not yet been brought
ort ana that is what kept Lucyw invol-
" S. cried Mrs Cavendish.
,Dv unlicensed milk is good enough for
buy asserted Mr.. Cavendish.
h an hoo and Ethel declined to drink
Won any terms.
a,S Sarve EN- to it." said the father,
ruln A'ng his hot coffee in prodigious
,ss p Healthy children have no bust
r'ss to be dainty"
And n ne caught up his hat and ulster
M.. aue Decline for the train.
,,onS, eavendish looked piteously
|eboLas ae The disordered table, the ash
ma a ss IRE, the general desolation of
so,t tOm Her headache was gradually
nsn a'hg itself up to the supreme mo-
aboro OF desperation. The children
BOb n stars were crying for breakfast;
|pail "s sailing his shoe in the cedar
|lnou water; Ethel was feeding the
n1 from the can of condensed milk.
N ,h No. plped up Bob, 'shere's a tramp
pn Due Kitchen winder!n
,he st.i ~ was no tramp. 1t was Miles
Cavon n, Miles, l am so gladl" said Mrs.
mill " You have brought US the
TN haven't that, num-" said Miles.
hr 10 Wv lost, an it amt meself is GO
DO" track her through the swamps an
eass =. II the master wants his COW took
~ore wages ' -' " WON
. not to- Milespo
AIM u my boldly retorted the man. 81
De put upon no longer. DR..