Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1850-1854, 1854-06-02
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So saying, he prepared the polish and
set about the operation at once The
stove was quite hot and he couldn't work
t. any advantage. The more liquid he
put on the more it would sputter and fly
off with cracking noise He thicken-
ed the liquid, but It would not adhere to
the stove, and he began to think it was
| bawitched.
At this stage of affairs he happened to
recollect that somebody had said that
milk was the best thing to wet the pow
der With so he FASTENED to the panty,
and pouring out quantity applied it to
the refractory stove. That didn't mend
the matter mnch, and the smell of burned
milk began To be quite disagreeable. The
room was filled with smoke, the floor
around the stove was dotted with Little
spots of backing, and the squire'S hands
were certainly not the cleaneSt that ever
was, when violent ring of the bell re-
sounded through the house, making our
hero start as though he had been surpriS
ed in some dishonourable act
He looked towards the door then at
his hands. and finally at large stain on
his shirt bosom, which bore strong re
semblance to backing.
Il won't go! they may ring all day if
they likem he exclaimed impatiently, 60
ing to the wash-basi and trying to bring
his hands to their accustomed colour; bnt
second ring warned him that some per-
son without was not inclined ito give up
So"
I or
it's some old man for boots, clothes, grease
or rags. If he does it again I'll bring Il
suit of assault and batterym cried our
incipient housekeeper, making a few dcs-
perate da$heS at the dish-cloth, which he
mstook for the towel and hurrying to-
wards the door, which he opened with Il
trembling hand.
'Ah, good morning, squire " said
well dressed, good-looking young lady,
who evidently expected to see somebody
else appear. is Mrs. Crosby Ing"
"Yes-I-no. she isn't in" he STAN
mered; for truth to tell, the squire was
thinking more of his personal appearance
than his wite's absence; besides, he mag
ined that the young lady looked at him
with some curiosity, and this embarraS-
sed him the more.
Now it must be observed that our he
TO was remarkable for neatneSs of his
dress, and the stain upon his linen asSum-
ed enormous dimensions under the search
ing glance eff his visiter. lie dropped his
eyes, and forgot the stain in contempla
ting his sooty hands.
Excuse the disorder Of my dress this
morning. Miss Haynes" he added. II
was so unfortunate as to upset the ink
stand just rs you rang, and you see the
effects of the accident"
This. it must be confessed, was rather
departure from the truth. But the
squire couldn't think of any other way
to excuse himself from the dilemma; and
he was not disposed to confess the exact
state of the case to his fair-eyed friend,
who, after making a few commonplace
remarks, to her leave.
What an ingenious excuse that was.
Nobody but a lawyer would have thought
of it," soliloquized our hero glanclng
complacently in mirror pertaining TO
the hat-tree. Imagine his modification
at Discerning a black streak across his
face, which gave it most ludicrous as
pect. No wonder the young lady look
ed at him with curiosity, for nothing pro-
badly but good manners restrained her
from hearty laugh.
Squire Crosby went back to the kitch-
en- with a slow step. To his utteraston-
ishmcnt it was twelve O'Clock, and he had
quite forgotten dinner. The fire was ell
lirely out. the room was in a sad plight,
the list of duties not half completed and
the meat. vegetables, ect.. remained UNI
touched.
His zeal had cooled amazingly since
morning, and he half-lepcnted acceding
to his wiie'S proposition. lie had expect
ed to see her enter every moment, en-
press herself satisfied with the expert
ment, and desire him in very humble
manner to go back to the office and rc-
sumo his legitimate sphere of action.
Bat Mrs. Crosby did not appear, and
he was at length obliged to collect his
energies for the purpose of making the
fire.
After wearing ont his patience, he sue
ceedcd in his undertaking, and consign-
ed the meat to a cold oven. 1t was too
late to think of pudding. Mrs. Crosby
must excuse that item, although he had
always expected it of her, under all cir
cumstances. lie began to think that it
did require some ingenuity and calcnla
ton to dispose of So many duties i'll
morning. and to have some faint suspi-
cion that housekeeping wasn't such fine
Joke after all. lie wondered how Mrs.
Crosby prospcred, and whether she didn't
wish herself safe at home; busted him
self anticipating how frightened she void
be at finding how much work had been
laid out, and how completely nonplusscd
she must inevitably appear, if client
should happen to call for advice. This
last was such an amusing idea, that our
lawyer rubbed his hands together and
laughed to himself at the ridiculous fig
ure which he fancied Mrs. Crosby was
about that time making.
Leaving the 'Squird to work out the
rest Of the items, we WI attend to the
footsteps of Mrs. Crosby to her husbands
office. and not her experience there.
Tom Pcttifoeger, the lawyers clerk
stared somewhat perseyerinely when he
saw Mrs. Squire Crosby enter the office
with an assured step proceeding 10 hang
up her bonnet and shawl with genuine
business air.
"Tom," said Mrs. Crosby, swapping her
fingers carlessly. is this Office in perfect
orderW
"Yes ma'am" replied the infant barris-
ter. more surprised.
i beg leave to differ with you. sir. Do
you see these papers scattered all about
here? Pick them up and file them in
proper order"
Where is the-squire?'' asked Petit
logger with mouth agape.
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