The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1890-01-03

cried. "Pounce hasn't been fed.
cause couldn't find the key OF tho
oat bin, and the COW is lost. Such
fun"
where is Milesp" roared tho
father.
.'.Ma's discharged him."
"What for?''
"Cause he talked saucy to her."
Mr. Cavendish stood moment
staring at the pony and the peacock,
the boy and tho girl.
"Ethel," said he, ..let that bird 90.
Robert, get of tho pony at once and
come into the house."
Ethel obeyed reluctantly, Robert
with alacrity.
We've got company" chirped the
latter youth-''company, pa! most
forget to tell you. And mas in bed
with headache, and there's no one to
get them any supper. Hooay!''
Mr. Cavendish hurried in tho house.
The parlor was undusted. yesterdays Is
flowers were wilted in the vases, and
tho fire had died into mass of feath-
cry cinders. Through the open door
was visible the dining-room. with the
remains OF the breakfast still visible
Is dispiriting scene as could we'll be
beheld.
And there, in the midst of all this
forlornity. sat Mrs. Burgoyne. his sis.
ter from the west, to whom he had fire.
quently boasted of tho perfection OF
the wife's housekeeping arrangements,
and a 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
lie made the best of 1t, however.
He extended to them an ostcntatiously
hospitablc welcome. hurricdly built up
blazing camel coal fire in the CRATE.
and fastened upstairs to where poor
Mrs. Cavendish was deluging her fore
head in cologne and cndeavoring to
twist UP tho wet braids Of her heavy
hair into company order.
Julia" said he, "what does this
meanp Miles gone-'
II discharged him." said she, rcso-
lutely. "You said was perfectly
justifiahlc in doing 81 if he spoke inl-
pertinently to mo. And he did So"
"But what am TO do?'
"Precisely the question l asked you
this morning"
Mr.. Cavendish had nothing further
to say for himself. He simply muttercd
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 h avo
been unable to leave my. bed"
"My dear" he said, compassionately,
putting his arm around her shoulder.
'taoes your head ache so hard?"
at is better now, james"
Il do believe" slowly observed Mr..
Cavendish, "that have been a 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.
"We nll mako mistakes, james, ~
said she. "Wait Il minute. dear. I'll
60 downstairs with you now, if you'll
give mo your arm. couldn't ask your
sister and her friend up here with the
children sick with measles, could I?'
"Who is with them now-the chill.
dren, mcan?"
"a handy young girl from the village
-Lucy's sister,"
couldn't she help lis with
the dlnner?' vcnturcd Mr.. Cayendish.
"Shc is too young. Besides, she has
had no experience. But, James-''
Eyes, Julia"
"Opcn confession is good for tho
soul," said Mrs. Cavcndish. 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 q time. She is getting dinner
downstairs now"
"Shc's u trump" cried Mr.. Cavcn-
dish.
Scarcely had he introduced his wife
to the ladies in the parlor than the
folding doors Of the back room slid
open, revealing 4 bright fire and {.
Widespread table, decorated with
spring tlowers-datroails, tulips, and q
few purple spikes Of lilac. A pair of
ducks had been roasted in tho best
and most tempting style. There were
sweetbrcads and chicken salad by way
of entrees; Il delicious steam pudding
sent forth its perfume from the kitch-
en-, and Lucy was just bringing in tho
tomato soup.
Mr.. Cavcndish nodded good-humor-
edly toward her. She courtcsicd res
pectfully.
"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 them"
While the family were discussing tn @
steam pudding and prune pie. Lucy
slipped into the parlor. and. to use her
own terms. Strengthened up'' the dis
order there. and tho last impression
taken away by the visitors was one Of
neatness and comfort.
Mr.. Cavendish drew Il long breath
as he watched the rctreating footsteps
Of his company toward the road tina
led to the train.
Julia" said he, turning TO his
wife. 'Tvc come to the conclusion that
times have changed since my mother
did the work for ten children without
any servant"
II quite agree with you." said Mrs.
Cavendish.
"And l was entirely wrong W hon I
sent Lucy away; ana you werc quite
right when you discharged Mil cs.
Henccforward. my dear. we'll try to
mingle little common sense with our
housekeeping. Eh-shall we?''
And Mrs. Cavendish smiled as she
assented. Helen Forrest Graves in
Philadelphia Saturday Night.
One Way Of Solving the Indian Question.