Huntington independent. [volume] (Huntington, W. Va.) 1871-1874, 1873-05-29
TWO SIDES OF THE DOOR.
From the Ladies Repository. ]

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sent its imperative summons through
the house.
"There, now, why must it keep up
such a ringing on wash-day morning,
when there is no one to answer 1t but
me?'
Little Mrs. Vaughan sprang up
impatiently, desposited baby, in his
balf-completed toilet, on the floor,
and started on her fifth pilgrimage
to the front hall.
90 the butcher, the baker, the
can dlestick maker, if only they had
all gone to the fair, and would let
me rest in peace" she laughed, com
ing back few moments later, "Aunt
Lois, it's really a fearful responsible
ity to own a front door in this glori-
ous nineteenth century"
20 in any other century, my dear"
smiliDgly answered The sWeet-faced
lady sitting at the window.
Mrs. Vaughan caught up the baby,
rescued one red shoe from the tiny
mouth, and adjusted it instead on the
tiny foot.
dts a wonderfully benevolent
age" she continued, with a merry
nod of her brown head. People
ready to pour a perfect avalanche of
benefits over your threshold if only
you will let them. They bring marve-
lous linen-preserving, button -protec
ing clothes wringers, unparalleled
baby jumpers, triplc-power rat-traps,
extraordinary -four sifters, burglar
proof window fastenings; medicines
to cure you aud all your kin Of every
malady past, present, and to come;
and dress fitting charts so perfect
that your gowns will almost cut and
make themselves if laid near them.
Everything that you want, don't want,
or never will want, is offered you,
cheap for cash at yonr own door, by
vendors who are panied and shocked
to see you throw away your only
chance Of securing so Invaluable an
article. Heigho! if somebody could
but invent invisible front doors, what
fortune they would make
Aunt Lois smiled, but shook her
head dissentingly.
"No, no, Marion, child; there are
too many invisible doors now. If on
ly our eyes could be open to see them,
what a treasure We should save
Who was it called you down just
uow?
"a woman-a book agent-thert
she goes, up the street, now! She had
a houseSeepers guide, or something
of the sort. 1t is odd that people car
expect to make money at such bust
ness, when there are so many book
stores where one can 20 and select
any thing they want. The stray
specimens Of literature brought tc
the door are simp+yanuoyiDg."
Auut Lois looked after the rather
shabby brown shawl and dress fut,
teriug up the street, and turned away
with little sigh as the wearer dIsap
peared from sight.
"fes, dear, so many calls are
trouble and annoyance, l know, ou'
grows very weary of them sometimes
and yet, some way, | can never helE
thinking Of the other side
Their side? Well, it is n't pleas
ant to be unsuccessful, of course
, Marion's eyes grew shade more
. thoughtful. "But what can one dC
about it, auutie? | do not grow i'm
patient with the back door callers
those who are suffering and in neeC
of charity or help-but these peopl,
who are always calling some ofus from
our work to answer the bell, and ar,
SO persistent in their afforts to max
money by selling me something tha
l do not want-Im heartily tired o
them. There is a very comforting re
Election about their not succeeding
They may have to give it up and seeI
) some more peaceable occupation
al "What one?'' asked Aunt Lois
0 quietly. did you ever try to answe
that question for any ofthem, Marion
You do not know but many of ther
!, have asked it almost despairiugly ly
You forget, dear, what story of i'll
health, of being thrown out Of em
ployment, Of helpless aud dependen
a ones at home, may underiie all tha
you can see, end have started the:
= out on this forlorn hope. Life hold
i so many strange, sad possibilities.
n She paused moment, then added
b. half to herself, Il have been on th
: other side"
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