The Washington herald., 1909-05-02

and thaare's the noorsel l don't object to you,
men,"
But you1l stay your week Nora? We're ex-
pecting company Sunday"
II cudn't do ut. mem, I'd loike to do ut-but me
timper wud be spoilt intirely shure! I'd oil<e to
oblige you, mem-but ia be good for nawthin'!"
Very well, Nora. Are you going in the morn
ing?"
tits roight now I'm goin' men, cudn't sthand
thot noorse anawther noight l doan't object to
you, men,"
Thank you-Il pay you for the three days
moment in the doorway IF it wasn't for the baby
and the noorse--"
Good night" Mrs Raynor spoke gently, then
turned impusively to her desS
DERHAPs" she wrote rapidly, eve might get rid
of the baby to oblige you-or might discharge
nurse. who has been in charge for year and suits
us perfectly
Gust thought things were going so beauti-
fully! Poor George-he said tonight--wheu the
roast was brought on, Wen, here is something
like!' And oh, that wonderful brown pudding!
And Georges two maiden aunts coming Sunday
New England housekeepers-ready to report every
thing to unce
"You red.faced ignorant fool! You ought to be
made to stay! Somebody ought to stand over you
with lash--or IL ought TO be like it was in slave
days when they chained the cook TO a ring in the
middle of the kitchen floor Sanitary-but sure
What do you expect when YOU go out to work
up housekeeping and take apartments as we
haven't been able to suit cook since baby came!
1 wish | hadn't paid you cent-twoh ohundred-
weight of fatty impudence that you are!"
Helen threw down the pen and quickly as
her husband sauntered back.
Interview with cookey over?" he asked easily.
"Whatd she want, dear?"
Would you like to read number two George?"
--meekly-"Nora objects to Johnny and nurse. She
is leaving tonight"
"The deuce she is! And what about sunday?"
He hastily scanned the scribbled sheet so
it's worked again! Well, never mind, sweetheart
we1l try Chinaman next time. | can breakfast in
town and wen send word to the aunts not to
come"
ooh. no. George. We wouldn't do that. They'd
never forgive us"
good excuse"
Yes, my dear-thats just what they'd think you
did want-an excuse"
"Wel-here goes Pm going to write to them
instanter." He drew up his desk chair.
Mono, George. you really mustn't" She put
her hand quickly over the paper. Now let me
manage this. Don't interfere"
Interfere? That's rather strong, Helen, isn't
it?
"Well don't interfere with your management
at the counting house do /? And the housekeep.
ing is really my department I'm responsible
why Helen, must say like that Who
what the old maids think? And you don't call it
a cook and rake the hres-and get up at night
and walk the baby when the blamed young one
crtes-apd-'
What did you call the baby?" she asked icily.
OH never mind what called him! You know
~ If there's anything hate it's criticism"
The woman regarded him rehectively. And why,
shouldn't you swallow what you hate, like every.
body else? You make mistakes-sometimes, sup
poser
"Oh, yes--lots of them--of course l make moth
ing else" sneeringy.
"Well then-admt it when you do she an
swered cooly tearing into small pieces her letter
to the cook.
"well then" angrlly, 'T do admit it. But I'm
tired of being found fault with It's bad enough all
day at the office without coming home to the
old thingl"
He threw his paper on the table and noisily
slammed the door OF his bedroom. Left alone,
Helen remained staring numbly into the dying fire.
quarrel! Actually another quarrel, and what
had il been about? She looked around half stupe-