Cedar Falls gazette. [volume] (Cedar Falls, Iowa) 1860-1895, 1860-05-11
Written for the Olive Branch and Atlantic Weekly
THE "DOGOLOGIST."
A READABLE STORY

Ding! ding! ding ding! sounded at the
front door
| hastcncd to answer the summons, for
attended to my own bell.
Morning, marm, good morning!' said q
little spruce, middle-aged gentleman, upon
the steps, bowling politely, with beaver in
hand.
"Good morning, SIR said I, groaning
mentally; for from his appearance felt pret-
ty sure that he was one of the hundred thous-
and agents of the Foreign Charitable Associ-
alton for the relief of the natives of the South
Pole; and my purse was in decided con-
| sumption.
| "Will you walk in ?'' saw that he was
not disposed to unfold his, business at the
sensation for me-
"Thank you, marin, thank you, very kind
of you, thank you!' and he followed me in
to the sitting-room.
! 81 beg your pardon. Miss Hawthorne, |
presumcr'
I My name, sir" .-~-..s
"Ahem Miss Hawthorne, were you aware
that Mrs. Spriggins has left me I"
Mrs. Spriggins No. sir, was not ~
What could he thnk knew of Mrs Sprig-
! gins! His sweetheart, probably, | said to
myself
mo? not aware of it? Why the whole
neighborhood is ringing with it? Greendell
is turned topsy-turvy on account oft Miss
Hawthorne, it is Of more importance than the
laying of the Atlantic Telegraph, or the Dec
laration of independence ?'
$50 | should supposed, !. Bop.
Bless my heart you are woman OF
sense. You perceive the exact state of the
case without long-winded explanation. A
woman of sense! Yes and there are so few
of EN- left now, that it is refreshing to come
across one. An oasis in the desert of life
In Sahara, marin! Here he moped his face
vigorously with a red handkerchief, as if the
exertion Of delivering such a compliment had
been to much for him, and continued
$ 1t was no fault of mine, | assure you
none at ALL How was to know that the
sink spout froze up, and the gray cat was
thrown into the well2 How was to know
it, say And yet Mrs. Spriggins got in a
huff, and called me a stingy old curnudgeon
me curmudgeon !-and vowed She d quit
if didn't plaster up the difficulty with a
new silk dress. A silk dress indeed! told
her I'd see her confounded first! Yes, marin
the lofty spirit of my noble ancestors rose up
in my bosom, and told her so to, her head
Witness the effect Miss Hawthorne, have
you ever seen Vesuvius in eruption? To-
comotive bursting its boiler? a tumbler OF
Rochelle powders in active operation? Then
you can form some faint idea of Mrs. Sprig-
gins. A live whrlwind that female is--done
up in calico. don't like to repeat the cpl
thets she used against me, but it all ended in
my conducting her to the door to the door,
marm!' ~
My visitor paused to recover his breath,
and assented to his elaborate revelation by
silent nod. Icould think of no other reply.
Evidently he was satisfied with this, for di-
rectly he resumed his theme
81 am now, of course, without house
keeper. Had to get my own breakfast this
morning-hanged if ! didn't! Coffee black
as Erebus! Toast tough as the cedars Of
Lebanon! / am ready to avow, with all
caution, that there are some things woman
can do better than a man! Getting breakfast
is one of 'em. It's wonderful how much
there is to be done about a house in the NOR
ming. There were my children crying to be
dressed; the pig crying to be fed; the cat
squalling equal to any hand-organ in Ameri-
ca, every time interfered with her tail the
coffee boiled itself all out Of the pot on to the
stove; the stove refused to pull-no, to dra,o,
l mean; the room was full Of smoke; my
face felt as if million smutty boot-blacks
had given it polish. | was adorned with
an apron which Mrs Spriggins had overlook
ed in picking up her things; my sleeves
rolled above my elbows, and my Patience out
making calls, when all at once the door-bel
rang! A double barreled anathema on door
bells forever! tossed Madeline Antoinett'
Sophia on the hearth-rug, and gave Napoleon
Julius Caesar the sugar bowl and poker tt
play with, and never once thinking of my
1 personelle, rushed to the door Sorrows Q
Jeremiah? Who do you think was there ?
"Well, I'm sure do not know" repli
ed, wishing at the same time was more o
Yankee.
"No, of course not; nobody would b
| likely to guess. Well, it was the widoy
Judkins."
"Indeed" calculated l, seeing that m
loquacious friend expected me to be surpris
ed.
Yes, the widow Jud.ins, and her brotf
er, the Squire The widow is fine lady
: good-hearted and amiable. | have ha
! thoughts-but no matter The Squire sal