The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1862-02-21

sides, Mollie, you know had rather have
you than any one else. You know SO well
how to keep the old ship, Conversation,
from running aground, and
Never mind the rest,' interrupted.
Somebody has an axe to grind. But l
really ought to go, and if you will have
patience to wait until 1 can bedizen my
self, I am yours to command
After an indefinite period, limiting my
self to five minutes for the arrangement of
my bonnet tie, and double that time for
the adjustment of my collar, Rose gave
the order to march. EVERY thing must
be tinctured with military phrases in these
warlikc times.)
Making calls is a stupid, unpleasant
duty to me- remarked Rose, 'and SO l
adopt the motto. multum in paryo-the
greatest possible number in the shortest
possible time. / have list here, which
we will dispose of in the regular order of
their habitations, in the systematic fashion
of a tract distributor or patent-cement
vender. hope to goodness half the folks
will be out. Now, Mrs. Smith, our first
call, is a tiresome sort of woman and
if she should be out to-day, and / should
be out when she returns it, would be
right glad of it. Still, it is pleasant
enough to be an acquaintance, when she
gives parties and entertainments. In the
interim, I would prefer leaving my card,
and rice rersa, to more intimate know
ledge of her.
Shocking hypocrisy ! I ventured to
calculate but Rose had no taste for lee
lures, unless they were subjective, aud
politely changed the subject.
Unluckily, Mrs. Smith was at home
and Rose expressed SO much delight at
meeting her, that l would have uplifted
both hands in astonishment, had 1 not
known that most fashionable young ladies
deserve the title, LII. D. (license to lie
dreadfully.) AS it was, my internal ejacu-
lations were: Women calls ! hypocri-
sy |! but outwardly my face retained its
unruffled serenity as listened to dis
course upon that interesting individual,
John Smith. 1t was difficult escaping
from the unabridged account of dear John,
with full notes; and it was only by
adroitly throwing in the word war; that
her attention was turned from one en-
crossing subject to another.
Well, vow!' exclaimed Rose, after
we had bowed ourselves out, if were a
married woman, would not talk about
my husband more than half the time, and
I would not say he should never go to the
war;
Don't be too CERTAIN demonstrated.
am prepared to hear you expatiate by
the hour on the virtues of your amiable
partner; and if there were any danger OF
his being called out in the service of his
country, you would make bee-line for
Canada, even if cor popuH cried sneak
sneak = all the way
Rose looked the indignation she could
not speak, for we had reached the resi-
dence of our friend, Miss Anderson.
Il know we will be obliged to wait just
one half hour for Kate to array herself,
was the exclamation of Rose, as we en-
tered the handsome parlors. Anyhow,
l will amuse myself by looking around.
Humph T! This carpet is not very hand
some. I should not wonder if it were
second hand was her first comment. %,
Mary do look at this portrait. What a
horrid old wretch it is! / dare say it's
her grandmother. 1t looks like Kate, for
all the world. have not particle Of
doubt that cap-frill is made of cotton. lace,
and her dress is alpaca. This photograph
is her brother. Such boobyl 1 would
as soon think of hanging up likeness of
Jul GcIii IAu oOOu ditcIEOOu, Adte,
WAS her sudden change, as that young
lady entered. I could not help looking
at this portrait, so antique and pretty.
Sweet face Is she relative? She looks
like YOU
1t was an unfortunate question, for Miss
Anderson's peculiar pride was her ances-
tors; and she seemed to forget that we
had not come to spend week, and reso-
lutely adhered to her first subject-her
great grandfather. Once more in the
street, groaned:
20, Rose do let your great grandfather
rest in peace. should think Kate would
be haunted with old Ichabod Anderson's
ghost, she drags him into conversation SC
often.'
Next call, mot at home Very good
So much time gained.
Now, Rose said. as we stopped be
fore pretty little cottage. we must ash
to see the blessed baby. here, or Mrs
Crane would never forgive u.s.
1t was unnecessary to ask. We were
scarcely seated when the proud mother