The Van Buren press., 1872-11-12
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MISCELLANY.
One Of Ny whiaS.:,i.
BY RoSELLA NICE. :

"Wcll, guess I'll have to try my
cure again, " said YEARLY. rs L slipped
my half cup Of coffee at breakfast. and
leaned on the corner of the 'Sa6le with
one elbow. {" lis tho bestvsn sursst
cure for low spirits that know of. I"
"What . that?' said7sHelen, looking
up brightly. lis4
"Why. said l, "when Ibocomo low.
spirited and sad, and eve. d" a about
home looks sad, and eyArin', x about
home looks common uesolate
just go abroad among my 5cishbors, and
| am sure to come back ready TO rejoice
that mine is such pleasant, CHEEKY
home, quiet, and clean, snt beautiful"
The family all joined - laughing at
one of my whims, asIHhQy called it,
but indeed it was no whisq and il any OF
you women readers, WHO have good
homes, ever get to thinkit That the wall
paper in your rooms 10 60 iedly ugly,
the pictures on your way 1mon,your
books old and uninte'. ma,s, nothing
good to eat, your beds t%arArd, or too
soft, your clothes ill-G, Z your chill
dren cross and lll-brsd. .lr servantsul.
KY. your husband moro' l do beg of
you to try my cure, v
Everything had been gSing wrrng with
IT, y. .n,o.g -, o..
morning was really of"Md to Try @e
cure. The girls combet r hair nicely,
but wouldn't let them sI'rids it and put
it up, coil around coil, t, Y would appear
stylish, and would not W half SO com
Portable as to wind itur stose!y and soft
ly, quite low down Ifh off took a
notion, while resting @1 log in the
woods, to throw off my wsnnet and shake
my head freely, there woNtld be no elab-
crate fixing to come dov, !, little by little,
a pin here, and pin theoIIe. don't un-
derstand why, but it hashPIecome habit
with mo, if am out in thc woods. my
first impulse 10 to let my : hair down all
in heap, loosely and freely, until the
first sitting is over.
Soon | concluded tot 60 across the
creek, where lives one oil my old neigh
bors on whom l wsnteN to call, Katy
Raymond Katy used to work for me
when she was a girl-Ahe married the
young carpenter who boarded with US at
the time Her first children were sickly
little things, and her married life was not
very pleasant One Of her little girls
had an affection of the rower limbs and
never walked q step, and just when she
had regained her health and began to be
playful and happy, she bad the scarlet
fever, and before she recovered from it
she took q severe cold which settled IN
her eyes, and she lost thS use Of them.
A sweet, little, blind, hir-haired girl,
who could not walk st1S, was q great
and loving charge for the poor. impa
tient young mother The other three
children were puny and frettnl with their
white faces.
Katy was very glad to see mo. She
was one of those women whose homo
and family were her world-her all in all
She was remarkable cleanly house
keeper. The outside walls, beside her
door and windows, were made useful in
every sense of the word.
Beside the window, which was shadsd
by morning glory vine, hung Her big
iron frying pan spider, sriddle, big bak.
ing pan, mop, scrubbng broom, and oil
such kitchen paraphsrnaia, that should
have been out Of sight, no matter hsw
clean, or how honorable they were to the
reputation Of a good housskespsr.
!" Come in, II you can get in for the
Dirt" was Katy salutaton, and l found
hor with dress pinned up, her sleeves
rolled up to the elbows')h hair lifted
clear out Of the way onto the top Of her
head, busy making bread. She always
did make 40 much fuss when she mixed
or moulded bread IS an ordinary woman
would, fish were going TO Europe to
stay all summer.
"How are you, Katy" / said as ]
sat down in her cushion rocking chair.
"Oh, pretty well, but I'm head over
ears in work The baly was tcething
last week, and was SO c'oss and fretful
that | didn't get much done, and that
makes so much more 10 do now," and
che flew about so briskly that she made
tho dishes rattle in the cupboard. As
soon as the bread was fxed she washed
her hands and said: Come into the
parlor, my kitchens not fit to ait down
in, it's so dirty and dust" and all the
time Katy knew that then wasn't spsck
Of dirt in her sweet smelling tidy kitchen.
She led the way into ts room she dig
ni6ed by the name OF palor.
I should have called hospital. in.
stesd, for it had three BIDS in il, draped
in snow white counterpues, and rufIled
pillows; n trundle bedand the babys
cradle, a big bureau, chst, stand, table,
clock, and set Of chaia including tho
two easy rocking chairs