Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1874-07-16
H0USE-CLEANING TIME.
BY AMY RANDOLPH.
From the New York Ledger.


1t was the last week in April, one
of those baImy, beamy days when
the sky smiles down as blue as bed
of blossoming gentain, and the air is
rife with those faint, underlined scents
that make one think of all Natures
sweet and gentle influences!
Paul Graham came in early from
court that day, and looked wistfully
heavenward from the dingy windows
of his office.
"Ips the very weather for the
country" said Mr.. Graham to him
SELF II think 1 am little inclined
to be bilious. | believe | need a
change. A day or two in some rural
resort freshens one up wonderfully,
I've heard say"
How marvellously easy it is TO do
as one pleases And all the while
Mr.. Graham made himself believe
that he did really need a change
that be wanted the country!
"They've often invited me there"
said Mr.. Paul, looking at his neatest-
fitting shirts, and critically selecting
his handsomest neck-ties "And |
don't see why | never have been
there before. Let me see-it's plum
and cherry blossom time2 Or, if it
isn't that it's pretty sure to be some
thing else that's seasonable and in
spiritingl"
SO Mr.. Paul Graham took the even
ing express up the Harlem railroad,
to get a change of air, and also to see
Miss Rosamond Hillgrove.
Rosamond had spent few of the
winter weeks at the residence OF
Judge PercaIo, her cousin. Judge
Percalo naturally wanted to make
things pleasant for his young rela-
tive, so he invited all the cookbook
ing young Attorneys and Counsell-
ors-at-law," that he knew, to his
house, gave parties, and took Rosa
mond sightseeing generally.
The little country-girl was delight
ed, and Miss Albertis, her friend who
accompanied her, no less SO.
"Wouldn't you like to marry and
settle down in New Y ork, Resamond?'
said Miss Alberts, with sigh, when
they were once more at home.
Rosamond colored violantly.
"What nonsense you talk, Adeline!'
she retorted. at ia so probable,
isn't it ?"
"Nothing is impossible" said AIDE
line Albertis, thinking about Mr.. Paul
Graham's beautiful white teeth and |
his facility in Waiting.
The next morning dawned fair and |
radiant, as if earth never knew a
sulky, north-easterly rain, nor the
stormy tune OF March winds. Map'e |
blossoms hung like tanges Of red
sars all along the edge Of the swamps;
patches of blue violets lay In the
shelter of fences the grass was as
green as velvet and Rosamond Hill
grove sang like a linnet in the woods,
as she tripped along the few rods
of pathway that made short cut be-
tween her house and that of Adellne
Albertis.
Miss Albertis was practising
on the piano in fascinating
spring toilet Of pale green delane and
ribbons. She turned
around in great establishment as Ro-
samond crossed the threshold.
"Dear me |" cried she, "what is the
A calico dress, and your
hair not in crimps"
"House-cl cleaning" said Rosamond,
succinctly.
"You don't mean to say that you
have anything to do with itP' cried
Adelne, contemporary.
"Don't 1, though p retorted Rosa
mond. YOU'D better come and look,
if you don't believe it. What I'm
after to-day is to borrow a paint
brush
"a paint-brush What for?'
"To do papas room with. He will
be home tomorrow night, and L am
determined the room shall be COM
pleted, ready for him. The painter
hasn't come, and | see no signs OF
him. Consequently, | mean to paint
the room myself"
"Rosamond !"
"Well."
"Are you crazy?"
"Not in the least"
"You know nothing of painting T.
cried Adelaid, breathlessly."
"Now, look here, Addy, don't be