The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1890-01-02
A DOMESTIC CHRONICLE.

''Well, my dear" said Mr.. Caven
| dish, entering his wife's room, ''Tv,
sent that girl of yours about her busi
ness"
Mrs. Cavendish looked up with (
start. She was buttoning Bob's apron
patiently following him about the room
as he frisked after the cat.
'.What?" said she, in dismaye(
voice
Il spoke distinctly enough, didn't Ii
-have-discharged-Lucym
What for, James?"
'Insolence; that's all
But Lucy never could have been in
solent." pleaded Mrs. Cavendish
twitching off the last button from Bob:
apron in her perturbation.
'Oh, couldn't she, though? | JUS
wish you had been there, that's ALL"
What did she say James?"
Il told her she was half an hour be-
hind with the breakfast and asked what
she meant by it, and she told me she
was doing the best she could anC
couldn't do better if all the world de-
pended upon it,"
bUt, ~ 'bhiS', tiiC pooI Siii 10 Hctti y
frantic with the toothache this morn.
ing"
II can't help that; she has no busi-
ness to answer me impudently. II
wasn't the words so much-it was the
manner"
Poor Lucy! And you have dis
charged herr
That's you all over" said Mr. Caven.
dish, angrily. Il believe you'd take
anybody else's part against me. Yes,
of course / discharged her. i told her
to have her things outside of the house
i'll two hours or I'd fling them out of
the window"
But, James what am | to do?n 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 a soul
to lift a hand for me!'
That's pretty question to ask, y
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 rumpus
because you happen to ., left without
a servant for twenty-four hours-be-
cause. of course, | shall expect to stop
at Wiggins' and send you up a 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 wav. How would you like it if ]
went down to your wholesale boot and
shoe place and discharged your clerks?''
Il should say you did perfectly
right" returned Cavendish, If they
answered you impertinently. Now don't
snivsl! If there is anything | hate it
is a scene. I'll 90 downstairs and boil
the coffee myself-any one can make
coffee-and you hurry down with the
plenty of bread and butter and cold,
ham, anyhow. Nobody ever starved
on that"
Mr. Cavendish 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 Luey!" in
voluntarily cried Mrs. Cavendish.
CONDENSED milk is good enough for
anybody, asserted Mr. Cavendish.
But Bob and Ethel declined to drink
it on any terms.
''Starve 'em to it." said the father,
drinking his hot coffee in prodigious
gulps. Healthy children have no
business to be dainty
And he caught up his hat and ulster
and made bee-line for the train.
Mrs. Cavendish looked piteously
around at the disordered table, the ash
choked tire, general deSolation of the
room. Her headache was gradually
working itself up to the supreme mo-
ment of desperation. The children
above stairs were crying for breakfast;
Bob was sailing his shoe in the cedar
pail of water; Ethel was feeding the
kitten from the can of condensed milk.
Ma, piped up Bob, there's tramp
al the kitchen winder,"
But 1t was no tramp. 1t was Miles,
the stableman.
''Oh, Miles, | am so glad!' said Mrs.
Cavendish. You have brought us the
mike
4 haven't that, num-" said Miles.
The cows lost, an it ant meself is
going to track her through the swamps
an bogs. If the master wants his COW
took care of he's got to pay me dollar
week more wages.
''Got to- Miles?'
''Yis'm." boldly retorted the man.
81 ant to be put upon no longer, DIR.
Miller's man"
Very WELL" said Mrs Cavendish;
You may go!''
Mani echoed the astounded ser.
want.
You are discharged" said Mrs.
Cavendish firmly-"at once,'
Miles skunk away and disappeared.
Mrs. Cavendish went up to her room,
and after ministering as well as she