Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1867-08-02


Granger by very dear friend, who
was then dead which was accordingly
highly valued by him on that account.
"Hellow cried Nicodemus, it's
slippery, hain't it ?" and down went
the Psyche smash on the floor caving
in the forehead, splitting off the largest
part of the nose of the statuette.
Mr.. Granger sprung up with an ex-
clamation of dismay.
"Oh, it's no matterr' said Mrs.
browne, rocking herself violently to
and fro, "you can mend it again with
some of Spaulding's glue. | mended
a mug with it the other day. 1t won't
cost more'n two cents. hate them
things standing round on tables
They look like dead folks Mrs.
Granger seems to me you dress lit
tie stylish for the wife of a minister
of the gospel! You've got red rib,
bon on your hair, | observe. Now |
never allow myself to wear red rib
bons | try to make myself as plain
as possible! p
"You needn't try very hardr' said
Mrs. Granger to herself.
any wife is a model for a minister's
wife" said Mr.. browne; "would that
there were more like her! Eliza
Jane, my love, you ought to have a
bath! Mrs. Granger will see to it at
once"
After while the Brownies got off
to bed. Such a supper as they had
eaten! Mrs. Granger drew a long
breath thinking of it. She had never
dreamed of such achievements in the
eating line.
The next morning everything went
wrong. Mr.. Brownies dyspepsia was
worse. He must have fresh eggs,
soda crackers, dry toast, cream, and
honey, and coffee. His appetite was
dreadful poor.
Mrs. browne was wretched. She
had not slept "a wink because there
were hen feathers in the bed. She
was sure of it, and she never could
sleep on hens feathers they stuffed
her up so!
The children amused themselves
with cutting paper, and too late Mr..
Granger made the discovery that his
sermon, on which he had spent the
previous day, had been converted into
paper dolls and horses, with any guam
tity of legs from two up to twenty.
"Law sakes don't take on so about
! tr' said Mrs. browne. "The little
dears didn't mean to do it! bless
'emw
Just after dinner Aunt Peggy Trim,
Mrs. Granger's aunt, arrived for a
visit. Aunt P eggy was a very
determined person, and she took
charge of the kitchen at once, and sent
Mrs Granger off to church with her
husband. The Brownies were too i'll
to go, they said.
Mrs. browne read story, and Mr.
browne lay on the sofa and slept
Suddenly Mrs. D. missed Fan, the
poodle.
"Good gracious !" cried she, "whert
is Fan ?"
The children looked up from theil
employment of smearing the picture;
in handsome Polyglot Bible with
red ink, and giggled.
What have you done with Fanny p
inquired their mother.
We've had funeral Y said Abel
with a grin.
"a funeral " shrieked Mrs browne
"What do you mean p
>. "She's in Mrs. Changers rk-box
all buried as nice as anybody in the
garden" said Nicodemus. "Abe
preached the sermon, and Lilly anC
| followed as mourners. Abel he was
the sexton! Cracked wasn't it jol
lyr'
Mrs. browne rushed to the garden
followed by the whole company, anC
there sure enough, in Mr.. Granger
dahlia bed the dog was found buried
The dahlias were all pulled up by thC
roots, and lay whiting and dying il
the sun, and the dog very much stife'
: in the work-box, looked in a sorr,
) enough plight as he leaped out wit
T howl.
The sight was too much for the sen
; sitive Mrs. browne. She threw u
:. her hands, crying out
, "Oh! gracious mel I'm dying !
Farewell, dear Asar' and she fel
back on the ground.
"Oh, dear. cried Mr.. browne
! "she's dead she's has had such spell
for the last seven years Help me t
!, carry her into the houser'
: Aunt Peggy lent hand, and th
, senseless woman was safely deposite
on the sofa.
q "She's dead alas she's dead !
moaned Mr.. browne. :'Get the cam
, phor and some hot lemonade, an
! some fannels wrung out of boilin
water"
y "If she's dead, I guess the soone
t she's laid out the betterp' said aun
/! Peggy. "You have got rid of an av
| full great burden, Brother browne
J. you ought to thank the Lord for it
0 A wife that's been seven years a dy
ing must be dreadful to get alon
D with | should have kept a coffin i
+ the house all the time. Hand me thos
l shears I'll take her hair off the frs
u thing, and you can sell it to the bal
Der. It'll make splendid waterfa
f for somebody"
o The dead woman sprang to her fee
It and dived at Aunt Peggy.
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