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

lew more KlndllngS-tnats the idea.
There are the children crying
hungry, ] suppose. l. do believe
they do nothing but eat and cry
MIR. Carver rushed to attend the
peremptory summons of the milk
man.
And then he sat down, tired and
spiritless, to a repast Of half cooked
meat and liquid mud, by courtesy
termed coffee.
lie looked despairingly around at
the chaos that rcigned in the kitch-
en-.
"Nine o'clock. AS | live, and moth
ing done. Well. ! see very plainly
there's no Office for me today. Now,
:hen, what's wanting?"
"rhe clothes for the wash, please,
sir" said little girl, courtesying
humbly at the door.
upstairs and downstairs" went
Peter Carver, laying hands on what.
ever he considered proper prey for
the washtub, rummaging in bureau
drawers, uphcaving the contents Of |
trunks and turning wardrobes in
side out for mortal hour before he
had completed the requisite search.
The kitchen was empty when he
returned.
where are the children?" was
his first alarmed thought, express
ing itself unconsciously in words.
81 saw 'em 60 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, l.,
with Pet following. {
Neither Of them would walk-in /
fact, the little wanderers were far '
too weary-so Mr.. Carver mounted t
one on each arm and carried them, v
limp and unreSisting, through the e
streets.
"Pll have a nurse for you, my "
young friends, before the world is
day Older" he said, grinding his n
teeth with impotent wrath as he de- p
posted Pet and Tommy on the floor tt
and went YEARLY to his household N
duties. ft
"IIoware you now, Carry ?" he said m
about an hour afterward, throwing in
himself into chair by her bedside OF
and tanning himself with the news fiji
paper he had laid there that morn F
ng. in
about the same, dear. How does VI
he housekeeping get along?"
ut don't get along at all" dl
"Is dinner ready? ?" su
"Dinner?" echoed Peter in a sort of
# dismayed tone. "Why, | haven't ho
'ot through with breakfast yetp co
but 1t Is IL o'clock" br
81 don't care if it's rs o'clock, A f,
nan can't do forty things at once" pr
Where are the childrenw asked pc
is wife, wi
SIN bed. They were too much for wi
lie, so / undressed 'em and put 'em
bed to get them out of the way" dill
"Poor things~ said Carry. me
"Poor me, | should think" said tn,
arver irately. 81 had quite enough syl
do without 'em. Pve broken the po
lates and melted off the nose of the req
apot and lost my diamond ring in a 4
lie ash barrel and cut my fingers uft
l,h the carving knife" it {
"Have you looked after the pic if .
es and baked fresh pies? ?" blu,
mop the
"Nor blackened the range nor tho
eaned the knives nor scrubbed the me-
tchen foor?" dru
"No." Gle,
"Nor made the beds nor swept of I
Q chamber nor busted the parlors
r polished the windows nor heard .
e children's lessons nor taken care Il
the canary birds nor pres
calculated Mr.. Pc Eng
Carver, tearing wildly at his age
If. "You don't mean to say that ing
! do all these things every day." Is q
Il do most certainly and long be- tne
e II o'clock, And yet you won hit'
that ! am not dressed and cult tistf
ing my mind before IL o'clock" bug
My dear Carry" said Peter peni- spre
tly, Il have been a brute. I'll cocS
re cook and a nurse and a as r.
here just as soon as ! De u
possibly obtain them. You i9oZ
Il be drudge no longer" nous
few minutes afterward the un- cage
led cook was scorching his whis- MI
over gridiron covered with the
ing mutton chops, which would man.
m him by suddenly blazing up IL wa
his face without the least pre- no ca
litory symptom, when a light 'he
crossed the kitchen floor and one
e hand took the handle of the simp
iron from his grasp. was
Carryp the o
release you from duty" smiled haa I
wife. "My ankle is better now" culin
say, Carry" mated
Well % some
Fell the truth, now. Wasn't that
o business a little exaggerat- The
the C,
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ley have curious custom nj rich pa