Owyhee bullion. [volume] (Silver City, I.T. [Idaho]) 1866-1867, 1867-10-03

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himself; now for something to wipe
them on. I'll take the table-cloth. Such
fuss as woman do make about work.
Why, | could wash all the dishes in the
neighborhood in half day This stew
pan smells of grease. l wonder what's
the matter with it? There, I've got
some smut on my hand There, it goes
on that china saucerl Deuce take it
wish there was no smut. Oh, there goes
the pitcher And I've stepped in.
to the potato dish, that l set on the floor
to-day, and that's gone to shades. Nev-
er mind accidents will happen l guess
III trim the lamp next-mother always
trimmed the lamp in the morning. Con
found them how black the chimneys
are
Thus conversiug with himself, Mr..
Keith put the chimneys into the basin
and cositated moment. He had heard
that boifng water was cleansing, so he
scalded the chimneys, and the result was
about hundred different pieces to each
chimney.
Good gracious! = he cried, who'd have
thought il There's somebody at the
door. I'll just step out as am. 1t
cannot be anybody that care for, as
early as this
A small boy presented himself, crying
Mr., Keith with Unsurpassed mirth.
BE you mistress Of the house!'
Yes-that is, | am the MASTER said
Keith with dignity. what can / do for
YOU?
Nothing, guess. Marin sent me
over to see you-that is, if the mistress
Of the house would take care ofthe baby
while she was gone out shopping
No! thundered Keith. I've other
fish to fry
The boy put his thumb to his nose,
and Mr.. Keith. after sllmming the door,
as men always do when they are out of
temper, returned to the Kitchen. The
fire was out, and the room decidedly
smoky.
4 will so down in the cellar and
bring up some coal, said be, and started
brlsky down the stairs. On the second
step he put his foot through rib in his
dress skirt, stumbling and fell to the bot
tom cf the cellar, smashed basket Of
eggs, and knocked over a shelf loaded
with pans Of milk
'Duecc take it, exclaimed he.' scram.
bli"s to his feet, and rubbing his head,
how do the woman manage with these
luierncl long dresses. shall break my
neck with it yet
The fire made again, Mr.. Keith be-
thought him of dinner. He looked at
his time piece, it was one O'Clock, almost
time for callers. What should he have
for dinner. lie had heard his wife say
a rice pudding and boiled potatoes, and
brUiled steak.
He filled the basin with rice, stirred
in little sugar, dropped in an egg and
set the vessel into an oven. The pota-
toes he wash ed in soap suds, that
they certainly might be clean, and put
them into tea-kettle because they would
boil quicker.
The steam was frizzing in the frying
pan, and he was preparing to set the ta-
BILE when the bell ring.
He caught up the pan from the fire to
keep it frnm burning, and made haste to
the front door Then he remembered it
would not be just the thing to 60 to the
door with the frying pan, in his hand, so
he deposited it on the parlor sofa and an.
swered the ring.
Mrs DR.. Nudge was on the steps
dressed in all her best.
Yes. l care say, stammered Keith,
tiny wife is absent, and | am playing
cook, walk in
Mrs Nudge sailed into the parlor,
which was darkened TO exclude the sun,
and without stopping to look at her seat
sunk into the frying pan on the sofa.
Jupiter cried Mr., Keith, you have
done it now"
Mrs. Nudge sprang up, the grease
dripping from the rich silk on the carpet
Her face grew da,k She was tempted