The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1907-04-12
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The Tables Turned.


were pots of purple violets In the
window, and books piled on the table,
and close beside the fire Mrs. Haven
had seated herself to write some let
ters.
She was a {. i'm, compact little
woman, with bright, brown hair and
eyes to match, and firm, resolute
mouth that somehow carried out the
expression OF nose that our French
neighbors phrase retrousse. Mary
Haven had a character; that one
might see at distance.
AS she sat there selecting her pen
and unscrewing the silver top OF her
inkstand, the door softly opened, and
a round, full-moon face appeared.
Mrs. Haven, mem. IL you please"
yes" said Mrs. Haven, deserving
at once by the infallible barometer OF
woman's ear the rising thunder
storm in the domestic atmosphere be-
low. What Is it, cook"
Some can abide mcddlin' with,
mem, some can't; and IL the barrel OF
mackerel sets in the wrong corner,
and the sugar boxes ant covered
proper, it's the mistress should tell
me of 1t, not the master; and If Mr..
Haven wants TO be cook, mem, we'll
and good; but I won't stay in the
same kitchen
And the cook marched out, NAL
treating her apron, ldying had her
say.
Mrs. Haven flushed scarlet. She
arose and went down to the cellar,
where her husband, minus his coat.
was endeavoring to move a huge
washing machine.
You see, Bridget" he called out,
this is the worst possible place the
thing could stand in, and-why.
Mary, is it you"
Yes, it is /, said Mrs Haven. q
thought you had gone to the Office,
Henry"
II am going presently" said Mr..
Haven. But, you see, Mary. every
thing down here is at SKIES and sew
ems. It's well | come down here oc-
Casionally. Cook has no more econ
omy than wild savage, and Bridget
puts everything where it shouldn't be. !
My dear, have you looked over the |
grocers bill for month";"
"I'll see to it," she said.
But you don't see TO il, my dear. |
found a box Of stale eggs on the !
top shelf-eggs, my dear, that are |
completely wasted, when eggs are |
five cents each"
Henry said Mrs. Haven, appeal .
ingly, laying her hand on his shoul-
der, and looking up into his face,
you don't know how II annoys me
to have you interfere like this with
my domestic affairs"
Amt we a firm-lIenry Haven |
and wife?" he answered coolly, "anl |
are not our interests identical?"
Yes; but Henry Haven has his de-
partment, and his wife ought to have
hers"
That's all nonsense, my love"
Henry, you will oblige me by leav-
Ing those domestic concerns to my
own magement."
II would do much to oblige you.
dear Mary, but | shall not concede
that point, he said. as he took his
departure. leaving Mrs. Haven very
indignant and meditative.
Bridget's voice roke forth with
Celtic accent upon her reverie.
Please. ma am, found this little
black book behind the flour barrel"
Thank you, Bridget; it is Mr.
Bridget disappeared.
The column devoted to that day
was full OF closely written memo
randa:
See Kartwin e Dalcey about the
house in Twelfth street; do not let
hem have it for $500. Call at Mr..
McAllister's an order the hreen oil
cloth instead Cf the bum one for the
Office floor Tell Martin TO proceed
at once with the auit OF Russell VS..
Remind clerk not to settle
tailor's bill-alteration to be made
first. Go halves with Jordan In lot
opposite Central Park" Thus indef-
nitely.
Mary Haven read the words with |
out much interest, but presently her |
eyes frightened. and a roguish sus- !
picion of a smile began to twinkle |
around her resolute lip.
Il am very glad found this memo
randum book, she thought. Let me !
see-Henry told me he was going To
Brooklyn this morning, so there will
be plenty of time"
She glanced at her watch and rang
the bell.
Bridget. YOU will step round TO
the corner and tell them to send
carriage for me Immediately
Her bonnet and shawl were on long
before the vehicle arrived, and she
employed the surplus time in jotting
down various addresses from the di-
rectory.
When the carriage arrived. she
took her seat with the self-possessi6n
OF a queen.
Drive TO Kartwin & Dalcey's. 553