The star of the north. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1849-1866, 1865-11-01

, was very nice thing 10 be housekeeper
"Now, if was woman" soloquized l.,
s'l should be tearing around the house
knocking down chairs and flirting up dust
with broom until ice wouldn't cool me !
AS it is, don't see 5ut that keep house
very nicely with no fuss at ALL
lighted my cigar, balanced myself in a
comfortable position, and waited for the old
clock TO fire the signal gun for my attack on
the back kitchen cooking stove.
One-lwo-three-fou -four-6ve-six-seven
-eight-nine-len-ele -eleUen
"Now them" quOh |, "fOr victory or
death
Confound that 6re-it wouIdn't burn in
spite of my coaxing, and chips and blow
ink and pcfing. My eyes smarting with
smoke-mY noslrils linged with ashes-but
the FIRE declined TO blaze.
sat down and contemplated it malevo
lently. For minute or two had a wild
idea of getting a conAagraton out of my
aunts stock of lucifer matches, and cook
ing the dinner thereon at all hazards bat
with sober second thought came bright
idea-chsrcoal
Of course What biockhead was not
10 think of it BEFORE"
And jumped and dived into The sooly
recesses of aunt RacheI's charcoal barrel
with an alertness that surprised myself
''Let me see what next 2" pondered /
medilatvely. "Ah the pies were TO be
put in when the oven was hot Well, if the
oven isn't hot now il never will be, SO here
goes !"
had always supposed pie 10 be solid
substance. Consequently when both the
vilIainous compounds "keeled oVer,p and
discharged their sticky coutenls over my
coat, trowsers and white Marselaise vest, |
was-jusl little taken by surprise.
"Wsll, here's an Interesting stale Of af-
fairs !" exclaimed, setting down The empty
crus!s, and viewing my drenched garments
through which the clammy liquid was
sRwly penetrating TO the very skin. If this
is housekeeping, wish was well out OF
il! One hing is pretty certain must get
my peas and asparagus boiling, before The
fire all burns out, as Tve put every lump of
charcoal into the stove. Revising my toilet
can wait-dinner can't !"
| caught up lin pan and knife, and
made frantic rush for The garden. The
asparagus was easily found and cot; but
was no boianist, but city lawyer, coad
not decide which were beets, and which
something else
Finally hit on truly ingenious expedi-
ent OF pulling up by the roots every 5ul.
bous plant which | coniectured might be
the vegetable in question.
Round, white-possibly turnips-cer-
tainIy not beeIs. Yellow, sp;ndI:ug-oh,
carrots TO be sure. Phew, what smell of
garlic by the powers it's an onion I'Ve got
hold of! o, bere's the felIow-round and
red as sure as Pm alive. Nothing like per-
severance !"
While dug briskly away al my hard
won treasure, whislling "Dixie" with all
my might sepuIcbral grunt close TO my
ear made me start couvulsvely aud drop
my knife.
won't try 10 smooth over the matter. IN
confess al once that did mu,ler one or two
naughty words under my breath. But who
wouldn't when all Of Ripley's pigs were
running wild over aunt Rachs's darling
garden7 | bad unwiilingIy left the gate
open, and here was my exceedingly great
reward
els Mrs. Sedley at home %
Here was ! in full shout after drove OF
| pigs, my trowsers besmeared in my hand,
and the perspiraiion rolling down my face
in torrents, accosted by a lovely girl, with
cheeks like fresh damask roses, and the
| puresi OF white muslin shawls.
t'Is Mrs. Sedley al home 90
sNo-yes," | answered looking uueasily
around, as the last of my four-Iegged enc
mics scampered through the gate. THAT
is, she isn't al home just now, but expect
her very soon. Won'i you walk in gu
Why did she hide that cherry mouth in
her handkerchief so often I? why did the
hazel eyes dance so rouguishly as she
walked by my side 10 the house? II GER
tainly made her look very pretty, bnt still
resumed Byronc air, aod converseJ in
sentimental noihings-which made her
laugh more than ever.
! showed her into the sitting room and
Withdrew 10 secure my beeis and asparagus.
As came in from the garden, some good
angel prompted me 10 lake sly peep at the
square looking glass that Seth Jones, one of
my uncle's SHRED hands" kept hung up in
The back porch.
/ Great Jupiter is had been one of our
coIored population, my face couIdn', have
been more grimy with charcoal dust and
ashes, save where the perspiration had
coursed through il in mimic rivulets
took one moments council with myself,
then walked up stairs, washed my face,