The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1859-02-12

in my Bible and my prsyer book, sir l
wish zee a good evenun, sir
TWO HOMES.
1t was the brightest, cosiest little
room IN New York cheerful with the
merry CLEAN of freight, and the chin.
ing tick of musical little clock, and
the half uttered twitter of the gold-plu-
mayed canary, who wa. Just composing
himself to sleep in his cage among the
gerauiums-the very sort of room to
which the wearicd business man would
long to come home-always provided
there was u sunshiney little heart some
where about, to set all the household ma
chinery going harmoniously.
Yet there wasn't an expensive article
there--no rosewood chairs, cushioned in
satin-no malachite stands, or mosaic
rugs, or costly agate vases-only a neat
little mahogany tea table, all set with
plain blue ware, as shining as the most
transparent of gold.veined china could
be, and a sober patterned carpet, which
seemed to say, "I know I'm not velvet
i make no pretence-but here | am,
and | mean to be as serviceable as possi-
BILE y Everything else Was just as neat
and as plain; and if there had been one
solitary grain of dust anywhere within
the four walls, it must inevitably have
pined away and evaporated, ont of sheer
loneliness
Little Mrs. Wilford fitted busily
around in her snug domains, now placing
her husbands slippers where they could
warm nicely. wondering, paronthetically,
"why he didn't come" now settling a
tiny bouquet of roses and gcranium buds
in a small vase in the center of the tea
table -now pulling an obliquc corner Of
the snowy cloth into line and plummet ex.
aetitude, and now listening, with her
pretty petite head against the mantle shelf
to the merry song of the shining tea ket-
tie, as it bubbled joyously on the fire,
breathing out dense white vapor- cloud
from its liquid luncs-until at length
the footsteps sounded below, the key
turned and clicked in the door--and he
came.
But not alone. There was good deal
of very exc" sable pride in his manner, as
he presented his fair young wife to an old
schooifriend, whom he had not met for
several years before, and who was doing
had been casual encounter on Broad
way, such as ottentimes happens. They
had walked along together, conversing
cordially, until at length the corner was
reached where their paths divergcd.--,
But their say was not half said, and in
the warmth of his heart, Wilford invi-
ted his friend ''home to tea with him.
Mr.. Maynard accepted the proffer. Six
o clock was his own fashionable dinner
hour; but he did not say SO neither did
he mention that his wife was at a mattsc,
and probably wouldn't be home at pres
ent. And the cordial manner of his
friend made him sigh and think of the
old times, when he had been wont to sit
down to dinner just as the creeping sun
shine reached the "noon mark on the
old kitchen floor, and when "supper'
wasn't an association of gas-lights, cham.
payne, sugar temples, and spicy game,
but quiet meal, taken just when sunset
| reddcn ned the crests of the tall old pop
lar trees on the hill All, the good old
| times
1t was long since he had been in such
a tiny, unpretending room as that where
he now sat, accepting the cup of fra
grant tea from Amy WiIford's dexterou.
little hand. Yet everything was Sc
bright, so neat. so exquisitoly tasteful
the fire glowed so redly, and the rose
| buds in the vase gave such a refined
grace 10 the little blue tea-seryice anc
the common painted waiter, that he fell
at once that he WAS in an atmosphere O
/ home
lie n>ver missed the silver urn, or th,
gold banded china of his own stately ia
BILE; never noticed that his feet did no
rest among the velvcty crimson shade
of his Wilton carpet; nor perceived tn
wide difference between Amy's linen col
lar aud shilling delaine, and the Honton
and brocade that his fashionable help
mate wore; but he knew there wa
some charm here which was lacking a
his own hearthstone.
1t was genuine old fashioned "tea'
hot biscuits, amber preserves, delicat
pink shavings of dried beef, aud cak
that woald make even dyspeptic smac
his lips. Maynard could not help con,
plimenting the edibles. He didn't &c
any such at the restaurant where h
lunchcd, aud his wife's Irish kitchen
corps had an altogether differen' idea {
things.
"Oh" said Amy, laughing, IL mad
them myself"
"Did you?' lie looked at her ha
} amused, "I'did not know ladies eve
employed themselves so now a-days."
: @ | am a capital cook" said Am,
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