The Lambertville press. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1858-1???, 1861-08-07

amid the ruins, and thought of tht
confusion of Babel. Ding, ding, went
the bell, each peal louder than The
last. could not go to the door fol
I was not dressed to receive callers
I could peep out of the side curtain
and see who had favored me by call
ing. AS I was creeping along, and
when almost to the door | stepped
upon my apron, and like dntifnl
subject obeyed the laws of gravita-
ton, and struck my head with such
force that saw stars without looking
for them. / heard laugh outside,
and some one said, ~ can wait, please
put the trunk on the steps, | groan-
ed both mentally and physically. "Oh
if TON would only come" he could
go to the door, for he looked quite
decent. Our caller, whoever 1t might
be, was determined to enter. " Oh
Tom, why don't yon come 7" and as
if in answer to my wish, | heard a
crash down below.
I ran down stairs and there lay
poor Tom on his face completely de-
luged with milk--,he pitcher broken,
and the fragments scattered all over
the hoor-streams of milk running in
all directions.
should think you ought to know
better than to leave a broomstick
across the doorway for fellow to
tumble over here I've spoilr my
clothes, cut my nose, and can't tell
you what internal injuries | have sus-
tanned, and all through your careless
ness. If tdis is what you cali house
keeping | must say that | am hear
tily tired of it. You may finish that
pudding-I won't touch it," " Hush
Tom, don't speak go loud, if you do
we are ruined men. We have no
time to cry over split milk, for we
have company on the door steps, and
they. are determined to gain entrance,
there's the bell again it is no use, |
might as well go to the door"
I took off my apron, smoothed my
hair, washed my hands, and put on my
company face, while Tom went to his
room to make himself whole, leaving
footprints by the way not such as
Longfellow would have US to leave,
to cheer the heart of a forlorn broth
er, but footsteps that an ambitious
brother might see, and like his pFede-
cessor might. aspire to tread the
milky way.
] o. ened the door, and there stood
the handsomest specimen of humanity
my eyes ever beheld. As soon as she
looked at me she burst into a hearty
laugh, and when she recovered her
breath, a laugh was introduced be-
tween each word, as she asked me if
Mrs G. was at home. mo, Miss,
she is not at home, she is out of town, !"
I stammered. "She will not be gone
long, I suppose, and / can stop until
she returns"
VISIONS of broken China, split milk
and half baked pies, Aoated before me,
and I thought it no sin to tell one of
Mrs 0pie's. "She will probably be
gone some time, SIX weeks, | be-
lieve.o
/ never kne " aunt to stay so long
from home, but I must stop one night,
for it is past car time, and I cannot
return until to- morrow"
What could / do ?-surely was
born under an unlucky star-before
me was the niece, the heiresst of whom
had heard such extravagant praises,
and what made me feel more uncom.
Portable, was the provoking smile that
appeared when she looked at me.
| wondered what could be the cause
Of her merriment Surely it could
not be me, who was called the finest
looking young man in town. Some
thing must be done, so / invited the
young lady in, and excusing myself,
went to Toms room to see If he had
survived his downfall. The exclam.
alton that greeted me as I opened the
door was in no way 6atteriug to my
Pride" Ny Bob, you havn't been
to the door with that face ?" "Oi
course | have and served not only as
door tender, but as committe of ar
rangements, and introduced the lady
into the parlor, and am now waiting
for you to go down with me and en-
terrain her,"
ooh dear, / shall die look in the
glass, Bob; !" and holding on to bis
sides he slid from his chair to the
floor, and rolled over and over with
such velocity, that I really thought
he had gone crazy. I looked in the
glass. Oh horrors what face pre-
scented itself My head looked as il
it had been blossomed from the -four
barrel; on my forehead were two