Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1895-05-04

He looked despairingly around at the
chaos that reigned in the kitchen.
Mine o'clock, as live-and nothing
done. Well, see very plainly there's
no office for me today. Now, then,
what's wanting|
THE clothes for the wash, please, sir,
said a little girl, courtseying humbly at
the door.
up stairs and down stairs" went Pc
ter Carver, laying hands on whatever he
considered proper prey for the washtub,
rummaging in bureau drawers, upheav-
ing the contents of trunks and turning
wardrobes inside out for mortal hour
before he had completed the requisite
search.
The kitchen was empty when he re-
turned.
Where are the children" was his first
alarmed thought, expressing itself I'M
consciously in words.
Il saw 'em go out of the door, please,
sir" said the washerwoman's little girl.
The July sun was beginning to glow
intensely in the heavens. The pavements
reflected the ardent shine with tenfold
heat, and poor Peter Carver was nearly
melted ere he espied his hopeful son and
heir. with Pet following.
Neither of them would walk-in Nlct,
the little wanderers were far too weary
so Mr.. Carver mounted one on each
arm and carried them, limp and unre-
sisting, through the streets.
I'll have a nurse for you, my young
friends, before the world is day older"
he said, grinding his teeth with impotent
wrath as he deposited Pet and Tommy
on the floor and went YEARLY to his
household duties.
How are you now, Carry" he said
about an hour afterward, throwing him
self into a chair by her bedside and fan
ming himself with the newspaper he had
laid there that morning.
About the same, dear. How does the
housekeeping get along"
1T don't get along at ALL"
''Is dinner ready"
"Dinner?' echoed Peter in sort Of
dismayed tone. "Why, | haven't got
through with breakfast YETI
But it is II o'clock"
Il don't care if it's % o'clock-a man
can't do 40 things at once"
Where are the children?" asked his
wife.
'In bed. They were too much for me,
so | undressed 'em and put 'em to bed to
get them out of the way"
Poor things" said Carry.
Poor me, | should think" said Car
yer irately. l had quite enough to do
without EN- I've broken the plates, and
melted off the nose of the teapot, and
lost my diamond ring in the ash barrel,
and cut my fingers with the carving
knife"
Have you looked after the pickles
and baked fresh pies?"
"Now
Nor blackened the range, nor cleaned
the knives, nor scrubbed the kitchen
floor"
No"
Nor made the beds, nor swept the
chamber, nor busted the parlors, nor
| polished the windows, nor heard the
children's lessons, nor taken care of the
canary birds, nor
"Stop-stop!" calculated Mr., Peter
Carver, tearing wildly at his hair. You
don't mean to say that you do all these
things every day.
Il do, most certainly-and long before
70 o'clock. And yet you wonder that l
am not dressed and cultivating my mind
before II o'clock"
MY dear Carry" said Peter penitent-
| ", Il have been a brute. I'll have a
cook and a nurse and chambermaid
here just as soon as can possibly obtain
them. You shall be drudge no longer"
A few minutes afterward the unskilled
cook was scorching his whiskers over a
gridiron covered with kissing mutton
chops, which would alarm him by sud
denly blazing up into his face without
the least premonitory symptom, when a
light step crossed the kitchen floor and q
| little hand took the handle of the grid
iron from his grasp.
Carry
Il release you from duty" smiled the
wife. MY ankle is better now"
II say, Carryr
"Well%
"Tell the truth, now. Wasn't that
ankle business a little exaggerated?'-
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