Lexington gazette. [volume] (Lexington, Va.) 1871-1962, 1903-11-04
Woman's Work


Peter Carter pushed his chat
back from the table and surveyed
the faded little face on the opposit,
side of the tea tray
Faded enough now, though sh,
was barely twenty-seven. You woulc
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,
There is so much to do, Peter,
and the children demand so much
OF my time" pleaded the meek wife.
IF | were manager in this house
hold things would happen very diff
ferently."
Il have no doubt of it," said Car
ry quietly.
''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, cult
waiting your mind or something, at
II 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
a 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 geranium plants that Retef
called a waste Of time" and lay in |
noon splendors on the carpet, and |
still Carry Carver stood theme,
MISUNDERSTANDING.
Garry Aren't you going to get
Up this morning? 1t is half past 7,
MD
Il cannot, Peter" groaned Carry,
urning her face away from the
light. 81 am suffering such dreadful
'ains in that foot sprained last
light"
"Well, what shall do?"
"You must take charge of the
ousekeeping yourself, Peter" said
AIRY, hiding in the folds Of her
illow. dts only for day or two,
nd l don't know Of any help you
an obtain. 1t won't be much, you
now"
"That's true" said Peter, some
hat encouraged.
"Please darken the room, and
eep the children away, and don't ,
'cak to me if you can help it. / J
i've such a racking headache, and ,
e least excitement drives me
i'd"
Peter shut the door with distract :
6 caution and went downstairs on y
eaking tiptoe. AS he passed the
lrsery door a duet of voices chimed g.
his ears. !
Papa, papa, We are not dressed" =
DRESS yourselves, then, can't .
u ?" said Mr.. Carver, pausing. d
"Pet is too little to dress herself" -
d Tommy loftily, "and mamma 81
Ways dressed me-" =
where are your shoes ?" h
Il don't know said Tommy, a
h his finger in his mouth. ir
4 know" said Pet, aptly reveng- m N
herself for the hit at her d. 81
nutive proportions. Tommy IL
'pped them out of the window" o.,
crash went fancy bottle of CO. o
ne off the table as Tommy
ped for his carriers, Bangl fell III
5. Carver's rosewood writing desk
the floor, bursting off the frail
ges and scattering pens, envel-
S and postage stamps far and an
e. Oh
lr. Peter Carver was an affec- y"
late father in a general way, but
nan nature could not have en-
ed this. III
nd he bundled the two little I'll
lures miscellaneously into what OF
articles came uppermost. rend- .ht
of strings and fracturing but het
roles in frantic desperation. net
he fire obstinately declined to the
l. although Mr.. Carver opened
oven doors alternately and drew
all the bumpers he could spy.
)onfound the fre!" said Mr.. ble'
cr, hopping his wet forehead u
the stove cloth. at won't 20. .
AVE blaze of kindling and try sect
breakfast on that" s
seized the ham and carved my
al thick slices, which he trans you
d deity to gridiron and then. "