The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1861-08-28

double up feather bed, beating it fearfully
with his mothers best silk parasol
Amt it SPLENDID, Uncle Dick ?" ex.
claimed Miss Julia, who was endeavoring
to pry out the principle of sound from a
$50 music box, by introducing a carving
knife into its interior works, while Mrs
May6eld, half distracted by calls from
divers directions. was totally unconscious
of the mischief being wrought.
Lick, | am SO puzzled and annoyed,
she said "hele is John called to the city
by pressing law suit, and the whole
house upside down p
Thought that was what you ladies
liked" said Dick, perching himself upon
the top of the dining table. and rescuing
a shell basket from the destructive grasp
of the smallest Mayfeld of all.
"And my cook is gone, and the fire
woa't burn, ,and the wall wh;tene.s haven't t
come this morning, and the parlor ceiling
is half unfinished, aud you know the sew
ing society is to be here to- morrow night
land, o Dick, what shall / do 2"
"Dou't fret?" said Richard, soothingly,
I'll make the fire burn, or I'll know the
reason why and III finish the ceiling
for you"
"You 2"
"Yes, |. Didn't l whiten my own room
at College, when we boys smoked it into
the color of an old snuff box. And then
III tack the carpet down and see about
putting those dislocated bedsteads to-
gether."
But Dick, you must be too tired, after
dancing till tive o'clock at the picnic
last night"
"Me tired? Fiddlestick! Where's
the refractory stove"
The fire was not proof against Dicks
determination. 1t broke into a cheerful
blaze the moment he attacked the citadel
Isabel's face frightened simultaneously.
The skill with which he next erected a
scafoding and mounted thereon with
panoply of VIII hitewash pals and brushes,
was perfectly astounding, the more so, as
his slender fingers, rather pale complex,
ion, aristocratically small feet and hands,
conveyed the IDEA of one %ho was adapted
only to Broadway pavements and glitter
ing ball rooms.
Il suppose the wo1kmen didn't leave
their wardrobes when they went away last
evening, Bell 2" he asked when he had
scaled the rather perilous height.
NO." said his sister,in law, laughing.
"Then just hand me that old sheet
and a piece of bed cord yonder. Now,
don't you admire my tout ensemble ?"
"Uncle Dick looks like ghost" said
Master Henry Augustus.
"No he don't he looks like the old
miller down at the pond" struck in Miss
Julia.
Upon my word, I don't know which
is the most complimentary" observed
Richard drily. ''Now then clear the
track every soul of you and give me a.
chance !"
And he worked on, now rausing to sur
vey his achievements, but ofterest of all
relapsing into thoughts of the beautiful
damssl at the picnic last night who had
been SO studiously cold and reserved to-
ward him.
"She don't like me" thought he, "and
|, for the life of me, can't tell why. Well,
as | said before. women are unaccounta-
bic concerns"
"Amy," said Miss Brownleigh to her
pretty young cousin, 81 wish You would
just run oSer to Mrs. Mayfeld's with this
note. The children are at school, and |
have no one to send
"Oh, no." said Amy, "while a fresh
tingle suffused he. delicate cheek, Il don't
want to encounter that super6ne collie
gian."
Nonsense, he isn't there-he is stay.
ing with Harry Franklin
'"Oh. then will take the note," said
Amy, raising and boxing around for her
cocuettish little gipsey hat
"You are the straDgest girl Amy" said