Evening journal. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1888-1932, 1892-08-13

ing up their hats here, aud the real mas
tos-the real gentleman -shamed out Of
house and home.
Its too bad he continued despond-
ingly, ito see Miss Lucy, as sweet n
little lady MS ever stepped, taught to
think her father a d-for-nothing
spendthrift and idler, if not worse The
madam will never let her see him alone
The poor child is one of the kind that
believes what is told to EN- No wonder
she is solemn as Sunday all the time /
don't see anything to be done. But III
60 down and ask sappho."
Again he shook his fist at those enor-
nous exerescences from the brow Of
bold Cervus alces-a moose that once
walked the highlands near Brothertoft
manor. Then he shambled down stairs
to hiswife Sappho's boudoir, the kitchen.
Blacker than Sappho Of Lesbos ever
looked when Phaon cried Avauntl was
this namesake Of the female Sam Patch
of Leucadia. But through her eyes and
mouth good humor shone, as the jolly
fire shines through the chinlys Of the
black furnace doors under boiler
"Things goes wrong in this house, all
but your cooking department, Sappho
and my butler department. z says Vol
taire 1.-THE master is shamed away
and is of properogating liberty. The
mistress suppose we'd better not say
nothing about her"
Sappho shook her head and stirred
her soup.
But Miss Lucy is going TO be a big
girl pretty soon, Her mother is making
her mistrust her father She's got no
friends. What win come Of hery'
Sappho tasted her soup. 1t was sa
worry.
"Voltaire," says she, striving to talk
a dialect worthy Of her name, and hit
ting half way to English, "Yoltaire
faith is what you wants. You is not goi
the faith of a free colored gentleman.
member of one of de oldest families il
all Westminster. You is got no more
faith than them Mumbo Jumbo BilloT
niggers what immigrated in the RED
Rover. You jess let de Lord look after
Miss Lucy. She is one after de Lords
own heart"
But the devil has put his huff into
this house
"If you was a cook you'd have more
faith. Jest you taste that soup now
How is it,"
prime" says voltaire, blowing ant
slipping.
you taste it, Plato" she repeated
dipping another ladle from the pot anC
offering to her son, heir Of his father
philosophio dignity and his mothers so
cratic visage. "IIow is ityn
"Primep says this second connois
seur.
Now, what You guess is the most i'm
portantest thing in this soup"
"Conundrums is vulgar, particular 70
ladies, says Voltaire loftily.
That's because you can't guess
"Pohl it's easy enough" says he
"Beefl"
mo. You guess, Plato"
"Bilin water" cries he, sure Of his SC
luton.
Sappho shook her head.
Turkey carcasses," propounded Vol
taire, with excitement.
Onions" offered Plato, with eager
ness.
NO" says Sappho; otis faith"
II was jest agoin to say faith, Plat
unblushingly asserted.
you see, Sappho explained, II take
beef-bery Welt and b'ilin water-ber
WE'LL and turkey carcasses and onion
and heaps Of things, and puts EN- int
pot on the fire. Then has faith
"Pohr cried Voltaire. "'Twasn't
fair conundrum; you has the faith int
yourself"
"Then takes faith, I" repeated Sapphc
withoutnoticing this interruption; ''fait
that these gradients which is not soup
comm soup in de Lords time, an de
alluz comes soup"
"And the primest l1indw Plato inter
jected authoritatively
go" continued Sappho, improving
the lesson, "soup and roast geese ant
pies and pancakes risin over night ha
taught me dis yer proverb. Wait an
things comes out right at last. So it.
boun to be with Miss Lucy"
This logic convinced the two name
salSes of philosophers, and they CARRIE
up dinner in a perplsxed but patien
mood
Ny lord and Sir Harry were both din
ing there that day.
do you know what has become Of on
hostess husbandT asked my lord as the
lounged off after dinner
Hes going about the provinces, stir
ring up rebellion after feeble fashion.
said Sir Harry. II believe that felloS
Gaine pays him a few shillings a wee
for editing his Mercury, when he is i
New York"
If l was Governor Tryon I'd hay
that dirty sheet stopped. He's ney
broom. He ought to make clean swee
Of all these freedom shliekers."
Such, then, was the condition Of thing
in the Brothertoft family at the begin
ming Of Tryon's administration
Edwin Brothertoft had not become al
absolute stranger TO his old home 70
two reasons. He pitied his guilty wife
He loved his innocent daughter. II
could not quite give up the hope tina
his wife might need his pardon by ant
by, when sin soured to her taste. IL
must never totally abandon his child I