Greene County herald. (Leakesville, Miss.) 1898-current, 1907-05-03
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The. Tables Turned.
ELECTROMAGNETIC

flood of the June sunshine. There
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
tiers.
She was trim, compact little
woman, with bright, brown hair and
eyes to match, and a firm, resolute
mouth that somehow carried out the
expression of nose that our French
neighbors phrase retrousse. Mary
Haven had 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, If you please"
EYES," said Mrs. Haven, deserving
at once by the infallible barometer of
a woman's ear the rising thunder
storm in the domestic atmosphere be-
low. What is it, cook"
"It's not that you're not kind
mistress, men," said the cook, twist
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land the wages is good, not to say
company is allowed once a week, and
the Sunday evening always ours; but
there are some things flesh and blood
cannot stand no more, they can't,
mem, and l have no patience with
such doings, and if you please, suit
yourself, at months warming
why, jok, what's the matter?"
"Some can abide meddlin' with,
mem, some can't; and if the barrel of
mackerel sets in the wrong corner,
and the sugar boxes ant covered
proper, it's the mistress should tell
me of it, not the master; and if Mr.
Haven wants to be cook, mem, well
and good; but I won't stay in the
same kitchen.
And the cook marched out, NAL
treating her apron, having 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 your"
Eyes. it is l." said Mrs. Haven. 81
thought you had gone to the office,
Henry"
81 am going presently" said Mr..
Haven. But, you see, Mary, every
thing down here is at skies and sew
ems. It's we'll 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
grocer's bill for a month";"
mo, 1 haven't" said Mrs. Haven,
somewhat tartly.
well, it's quite alarming. There
is leak somewhere; and that re-
minds me-the molasses key is drip
ping at the rate of half pint day. :"
"Ill see to it," she said.
"But you don't see to it, my dear.
found box of stale eggs on the
top shelf-eggs, my dear, that are
five cents each"
Mrs. Haven turned and went up
stairs again, with round spot glow
ing on either cheek, signal pennons
of the disturbance within. She was
not faultless angel any more than
other women are, and she was very
much out of temper, and she walked
up and down the room with her hands
behind her and her brown eyes gilt
tering with an ominous sparkle.
MARY, have you seen my memo
randum book?" asked her husband,
while he pulled on his gloves.
mo, l haven't. Probably you will
find it on the pantry shelf, or under
Bridget's machine" answered Mary,
shortly.
Now, Puss, you are out of tenn
per-" said Mr.. Haven, good humor-
eddy; "and how very unreasonable
that is of you"
Henry" said Mrs. Haven, appeal
ingly, laying her hand on his shout
der, and looking up into his face,
"you don't know how it annoys me
to have you interfere like this with
my domestic affairs"
ANT we a f1rm-Henry Haven
and wife?" he answered, coolly, "and
are not our interests identical?"
Eyes; 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 uroke 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..
Haven's. Bridget disappeared
The column devoted to that day
was full of closely written memo
randa:
"See Kartwin G. Dalcey about the
house in Twelfth street; do not let
them have it for $500. Call at Mr..
McAllister's anil order the green oil
cloth instead of the buff one for the
Office floor. Tell Martin to proceed
at once with the suit of Russell VS..
Russell. 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 roguish sus-
picion of 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
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