The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1864-12-02

boarding"
"To be sure" said Aunt Dolly "Violet
is splendid housekeeper. have train
ed her myself, Mr.. Pellet; she is my
double in all respects. Whatever | do,
Violet does, to degree of still greater
perfection"
"By the way" said Aunt Dolly, low,
ering her voice to q mysterious whisper,
as she urged on his acceptance plate OF
limpid peach preserves, "have you spo-
ken the momentuous question YETI"
mot yet" said Mr.. Pellet sbeepishly;
but l certainly shall ask it on my return
TO town"
"You'll find her a very superior house
keeper" said Aunt Dolly. "Her notions
of domestic cleanliness are formed after
my own model. How often | have heard
the dear child declare her unalterable
resolution to clean house six times year
when she was house keeper. Ah me
the enterprsing little thng!"
"Cleaniness is next to Goodness, said
Mr.. Pellet, trying to look wise, while un'
Gle Amaziah stared and drank his tea, and
stared again in silent species of amaze
ment.
The next morning it 'raned pitchforks.
Aunt Dolly war up with the dawn; and
by the time Mr. Pellet made his appear.
ance. with keen appetite for breakfast,
she lad grand "house cleaning under
way There was no comfort anywhere
about the house; there was no breakfast
only a"cold snack" and finally the
"men folks had TO take re(nge in the
barn. the rain continuing to pour down
SO violently that there was no living with
out shelter OF some kind.
"This is housekeeping is it?" exclaim-
ed Mr., Pellet, as he sat down on pat.
ent hay cutter beside the philosophical
Amaziah.
"Wal, my wife's allowed to be a first
rate housekeeper," remarked the latter,
chewing vigorously at bit of shining
yellow straw.
"And Violet has been trained by her!"
thought Mr.. Pellet with a sudden pang
of irresoution.
Dinner time came--but no roast lamb
and dainty vegetables.
ave mostly put up with cold snacks
cleaniu' house times" said Amaziah H.
he presented plate of indiscribably fos
siized viands to his visitor. "My wife
don't like 10 be bothered cookin' hot
things,
"How long does house -clesnng lsst?"
asked Mr.. Pellet, grating his teeth against
a bony sandwich.
ooh, two or three weeks"
"Six times three" mentally compute d
Mr.. Pellet. Eighteen weeks out of the
ffty-two, spent in shis dreary ceremoni
all I'm glad I'm not married man?'
Cold and dim, through falling rain and
driving wind wind, the night settled o.
yer the old farm house.
"Good" thought Mr.. Pellet. ri can
at least go to bedl"
Il haven't done things as thoroughly
as l expected" said Mrs. Corney, as she
smilingIy handed Pellet bedroom can
die. "When Violet is here, we have
what call a real ouse-cleaning, Violet
is so fond OF cleanliness
"Ahem!" coughed Mr. Pellet.
As he opened his door. the sepulchral
dampness of the floor struck him with a
shuddering chill,
81 shall catch my death of cold," he
thought. "Well! it serves me right for
ever thinking of getting married.
The next day he took the cars for New
York, having previously "taken" a hea.
Wy cold in his head, in a rain that pene-
trsted to his very skin. What did he
care for rain? The Deluge itself wouldn't
have kept him day longer in Amaziah
Corney's house!
81 am glad went there, however,"
he mused as he sat sneezing and cough
ing in front of the bright sea coal fire
Pm glad l got peep behind the domes-
tic curtain before / was irtevocably COM
mit.ed. Suppose-just for an instant
suppose that | was married to woman
who cleaned house six times yearl
The cold drops oosed out upon his
forehead, and he drew sigh OF blessed
relief Suph as q man pXDpriancal " hn