The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1903-11-04
Woman S Work

the faded little face on the opposite
side of the tea tray
Faded enough now, though she
was barely twenty-seven. You would
hardly have believed how fresh and
pretty Carry Carver had been On
her wedding day. Her husband saw
the change, but somehow he sup
posed all women faded just so.
'"Ihere is SO much to- do, Peter,
and the children demand SO much
of my time," pleaded the meek wife.
"If l were manager in this house
hold things would happen very a:f-
ferently.'
tI have no doubt of it," said Car
ry quietly.
E'There is no earthly reason" went
on Mr.. Carver, ignoring the sarcas-
tic meaning Of her tone, why the
work shouldn't be done and you
dressed and enjoying yourself, culti-
waiting your mind or something, at
IL o'clock every morning that you
live. Washing up a few dishes,
sweeping room or two, what does
it all amount to? Why, my dear,
don't you see the folly Of asking for
@ servant to help you do nothing at
all ?"
The morning sunshine crept
down the pale green wall paper,
.sprinkling drops Of gold on the few
little gera1ium plants that Peter
called a s'waste of time" and lay in
noon splendors on the carpet, and
still Garry Carver stood there,
thinl1ing-thinking.
"Carry! Aren't you going to get
up this morning? It is half past 2,
;and'-
t'I cannot, Peter,". groaned Garry,
turning her face away from the
light. 81 am suffering such dreadful
pains in that foot sprained last
night"
swell, what shall I do?"
"You must take charge of the
housekeeping yourself, Peter said
Garry, hiding in the folds of her
pillow. 'It's only for day or two,
: and I don't know of any help you
can obtain. It won't be much, you
know"
sThat's true" said Peter, some
what encouraged.
sPlease darken the room, and
keep the children away, and Cont
speak to me if you can help it. I
have such a racking headache, and
the least excitement drives me
wild"
Peter shut the door with distract
ing caution and went downstairs on
creaking tiptoe. As he passed the
nursery door a duet Of voices chimed
on bis ears.
Papa papa, we are not dressed"
DRESS yourselves, then, can't
.you?" said Mr.. Carver, pausing.
ssPet is too little to dress herself"
said Tommy loftily, "and mamma
always dressed me-
"Where are your shoes?'
"I sdon't know" said Tommy,
with his finger in his mouth.
81 know" said Pet, aptly reveng-
ing herself for the hit at her d.
minutive proportions. "Tommy
dropped them out Of the window"
Crash !! went fancy bottle Of CO.
logne off the table as Tommy
.groped. for his garters. Bang! fell
Mrs. Carver's rosewood writing desk
to the floor, bursting off the frail
,hingesssaannd scattering pens, envel-
-opes and postage stamps far and
wide. ..,5
Mr.. Peter Carver was an affec-
tionate father in general way, but
human nature could not have en-
dured this. b s
And he bundled The two little
creatures nliscell ellaneously into what.
ever articles came uppefmost, rend-.
ing off strings and fracturing but
tonholes in frantic desperation.
The fire obstinatelY declined to
burn, although Mr.. Carver opened
the oven doors alternately and drew.
out all the hampers he could spy.
q 5ss s AJUA1lONuu tu6 5AISs - Sdlu tS lllrs
Carver, mopping his wet forehead
with the stove clot th. s IT won't 90.
v II have q blaze Of kindling and try
$Ithe breakfast on that = 5s;: !.
He seized :the ham and carved
several thick slices, which he trans
ferred deity to- . gridiron and then,
.elated with his success, broke sev-
aeral eggs over the ham. 3 q
Bless me, how they run. he
calculate rather puzzled. But 7
know I'm: right I wonder why this
coffee docsn,tt koil.. (. I'll stick in D.
few more KIND liings- sthatss b the idea
There are the chill dren crying =.
hungry, supp do belieYe
they DO nothing but eat and cry.''
stlf Carver { rushed ssos attend tie
eremptory summons Df the milk