Audubon County Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Audubon Co., Iowa) 1885-1894, 1890-08-07

cocks tail; Bob was galloping around
! the barn-yard on the back OF Pouncc,
the pony.
/ We're having such fun. pat he
I cried "Pounce hasn't been fed, cause
| couldn't find the key of the oat bin,
and the COW is lost. Such funr'
Where is Milesp' roared the father.
MAS discharged him"
What forp"
"Causo he talked saucy to her"
Mr. Cavendish stood moment star
ing at the pony aud the peacock, the
boy and the girl.
Ethel" said he, ''let that bird 60.
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-''compahy. 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 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 be-
held.
And there, In the midst Of all this
forlornity, sat Mrs. Burgoync, his sister
from the west, to whom he had fire.
quently boosted of the perfection of his
wife's housekeeping arrangements, and
n 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 women! And
now .#..
He made the best of it, however. He
extended to them an ostcntatiously
hospitable welcome, hurriedly built
up blazing camel coal fire in the
CRATE. and fastened upstairs to where
poor Mrs. Cavendish was deluging nor
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
Il discharged him." said she, reso-
lutely. You said | was perfectly
justitiable in doing so if he spoke i'm
pertinpntly 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 dowu-stairs?n
Yes; but until this moment | have
been unable to leave my bed"
MY dear" he said. compassionately,
putting his arm around her shoulder,
"does your head ache so hard?"
1T is better now, James"
II do believe" slowly observed Mr..
Cavendish, that have been fool"
"Oh. James"
II wish hadn't flown into such q
passion with poor Lucy. And all about
nothing, too, when one comes TO think
Of it,"
Mrs. Cavendish laughed HISTORICALLY.
I'VE all make mistakes James, said
she. Wait 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 H."
WHO is with them now-the child
red, mean?"
"A handy young girl from the viii
lage-Lucy's sister"
"Couldn t-couldn't she help us with
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 Inc about two hours ago.
She said you had sent her away, but
that she could not bear to leave me at
such time. She is getting dinner
downstairs now"
She's a trump" cried Mr.. Cavern
dish.
Scarcely had he introduced his wife
to the ladies in tho parlor than the
folding doors of the back room slid
open. revealing a bright fire and we'll
spread table, decorated with spring
fowers-dahodils. tulips, and few
purple spikes of lilac. A pair of ducks
had been roasted in the best and most
/ tempting style. There were sweet
breads and chicken salad by wav Of
entrees; delicious steam pudding
sent forth its perfume from the kitchen,
and Lucy was just bringing in tho
tomato soup.
Mr.. Cavendish nodded good-humor-
div toward her. She courtesied re-
| spcctfully.
you needn't worry about the horse
and COW, sir" she said, in a low voice.
Peter Frink from the Low farm is
coming to attend to them"
While the family were discussing
the steam pudding aud prune pie, Lucy
slipped into the parlor, and, to use her
! own terms. Strengthened up the dis
order there, and the last impression
takcS away by the visitors was one of
neatness and comfort.
Mr.. Cavendish drew a long breath as
he watched the retreating footsteps OF
Ss company toward the road that led
TO the train.
Julia" said he, turning to his wife,
1--WE come to the conclusion that times
have changed since my mother did the
work for ten children without any SER
want
Il quite agree with YOU" said Mrs.
| Cavendish
And was entirely wrong when !
sent Lucy away; and were quite right
when you discharged Miles. Hence,
forward, my dear we'll try and mingle
little common sense with our house.
keeping Eh--shall we?"
And Mrs. Cavendsh smiled as she
assented, Helen Forest Gravcs in
Philadelphia Saturday Night.
A Skull for a Water Pail.