Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1892-09-17
played out long ago in matrimonial sklr-

DuiGdu uldMeA, uih5lu9 sutitS Sptidts,
cravats and stockings recklessly on the
bedroom floor.
I'D like to know where my silk hand
kerchiefs are, Mrs. Darcyl" he funnel.
''Such state as my bureau is I'M It's
enough to drive a man crazyi'
sits enough to drive a woman craz7,
1 thinkl" said Evelyn, hopelessly stop
ping to pick up lev of the~scattered
articles. ''You were at the bureau last,
Luke. 1t is your own fault"
"My fault-.of course, it's my fault,
snarled Luke, giving Mrs. DarcY's
poodle kick that sent 1t bowling to its
mistress. Anything but wonan's re-
torting, recciminatiug tongue. Mrs.
Darcy. won't endure ii any longerm
Neither will !" said Evelyn, reso-
lutely Advancing, as her husband
plunged into the closet for his busines
coat, and promptly shutting and locking
the door. 81 think I've endured it
quite long enough-aud here's an end
to itW
"Mls Darcy, open that door" said
Luke, scarcely able to credit the evil
dence of his own senses.
81 shall do no such thing said Mrs.
Darcy, composedly, beginning to rear
range shirts, stockings and flannel wrap,
pers in their appropriate receptac,es.
'Mrs. Dar-cy!" roared Luke, at g
fever heat of important rage, "what on
earth do you mean!'
81 mean to keep you in that clothes
press, Mr. Darcy, until you have made
amiable frame of mind. If the system
succeeds with Ere 1dy 1t certainly ought
to with you; aud am sure your temper
is proving much more intolerable than
| hisl'
There was dead silence of full sixty
seconds in the closet, then a sudden
burst OF vocal wrath:
"Let me out, l say, Mrs. Darcy!
Madam, how dare you perpetrate this
monstrous piece of audacity!'
"My dear Luke, how strongly you do
remind me of Freddy You see there S
nothing have so little tolerance for as
bad temper. 1t ought to have been
checked long ago, only you know Pm
so ridicuously indulgent. "
Mr.. Darcy WINGED little at the IA
miliar sound of his own words.
Tap-tap tap came softly to the door.
Mrs. Darcy conposedly opened it, snd
saw her husbands little office boy.
"PIease, men, there's some gentlemen
at the Office in great hurry to see Mr.
Darcy. It's about the Apologize will
case"
Mrs. Darcy hesitated an instant; there
was a triumphant rustic in the closet,
and her determination was taken.
"Tell the gentlemen that your master
has very bad headache, and won't be
down town this morning"
Luke CRASHED his teeth audibly as
soon as the closing of the door admon-
ished him that he might do so with
safety.
''Mrs. Darcy, do you presume to in
terfere with the transaction of business
that is vitality important, ma'am-vitaIlY
Important"
Mrs. Darcy nonchalantly took up a
little opera air where she had left it,
letting the soft Italian words ripple mu-
sically over her tongue.
Evelyn, deari'
''What is it, Luke?' she asked, mildly.
please let me out. My dear, this
/ may be a Joke to you, but"
II assure you, Luke, it's nothing Of
/ the kind it's the soberest of serious mat.
tiers to me. 1t is question as to whether
nv future shall be miserable or happy
There was third interval of silence.
"Evelyn," said Luke presently in g
subdued voice, twill you open the
door"
con one condition only"
"And what condition is that2'
"Ahl ali thought the little heuten.
ant general, "he's beginning to enter.
tain terms of capitulation, is he? Or
condition." she added, aloud, 'thai
you will break yourself of your habit of
speaking GROSSLY and sharply to me, and
on all occasions keep your temper"
my temper, indeed" sputtered
Luke
'Just your temper" returned his
wife, serenely. "Will you promise7"
Never, madam
Mrs. Darcy quietly took up pair OF
hose that required msnding, and pre-
pared to leave the apartment. As the
door creakei on its hinges, however, a
voice came shrilly through the opposite
keyhole
"Mrs. Darcy! Evelyn! wifel"
''Yes!'
you are not going down stairs to
leave me in this this Black Hole OF
Calcutta2'
Il am"
"Well, look here hold up-I prom
ise."
"All and everything that 1 require2"
eyes. all and everything that you re-
quirt-confound it all
Wisely deaf to the muttered sequel,
Mrs. Darcy opened the door, and Luke
stalked suIlenly out, looking right over
the top of her shining brown hair.
Suddenly 4 little OBTAINING hand was
laid on his eoat-sleeve;
Luke. dear!'
''Well?"
.ewon't-won't you give me kissg
And Mrs. Darcy burst gu. crying on
her husbands shoulder.
"Well!' calculated the puzzled Luke,
eff you women aren't the greatest eng
mas going. A kiss2 Yes, half dozen
of EN- if you want, you hard hearted
little turnkey. DON'T cry, pet; I'm not
angry with YOU, although [ suppose
ought to be "
And may let Freddy out2"
"Yes-on the same terms that his papa
was released. Evelyn, was l very intol-
erable?"
If you hadn't been. Luke, l never
should have ventured on such a violent
remedy"
"Did make you very unhappy"
VERY
Luke Darcy buttoned up his overcsat,
put on his hat, shouldeIed his UMBRELLA,
and went down to the Applegate will
case, musin1 as he went upon the ne v
state of affairs that had presented itself
for his consideration.
1t is more than probable that he left
his stock of bad temper. in the law
buildings that day, for Evelyn ana Cara
never saw any more OF it; aad Freddy is
daily getting the better of the peppery
element in his infsntle Dispositions
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