Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1875-07-30
TWO SIDES TO A BUREAU.
ONE SIDE.

WHEN [ turned round and she was COM
ing in the door, I'm sure [ thought was
dreaming. If it had been the Queen
a-coming in I shouldn't have been more
surprised; and the three children with
their three faces like little pigs "Here,
you," whispered [ to Benjamin Franklin,
"you just 60 long and stick your face in
some water, quick meter! And give John
ny scrubbing too" And [ wet the cor
ner Of my apron between my lips in a
hurry, and rubbed Sues mouth; and then
| made believe | hadn't seen her before,
and busted the other chair for her; and
she sat down, and l sat down, and we
looked at one another. Lord she was
that fine! Her fiounces were silk, and
they were scalloped like so many roses,
and lace showing under the edges of them (;
and she had such boots, setting like
gloves-.just enough to make your eyes
water. But the flowers in her hat-you
should have seen them-I declare you
could have smelled them Well, she
seemed to fill up the little room, and if
ever | was glad of anything | was glad
that I'd scrubbed the floor that very day,
so that it was clean enough to eat off Of
glad, too, that I'd taken Jims old hat
out of the broken window and put in the
smooth bottom of box with good, re-
spectacle looking tack. Jim might have
mended that window, for he's a perfect
Jack at-all- trades; but he'd rather play the
fiddle than eat, and he was APPLYING it
out in the tie-up that moment, with all the
wind there was blowing. However, |
couldn't complain, for he'd just mended
the chair, so that it was almost as good as
new, and had put me up as tidy shelf as
you please over the stove for the brush
and comb and the hair-oil bottle. IfPd
been little slicked up myself, with my
new print and my pink apron, or if I'd
only had my bhang on, [ wouldn't a
minded. But when Benjamin Franklin
came back with just the top dirt rinsed
off and the rest all smears, did feel so
vexed that I gave him as good a shaking
as a nut-tree gets in harvest
"Bless my hearth says she, "what are
you doing that for?"
Because he's SO aggravating," says [.
There, you 90 'long;;" and | gave him
shove.
Why" says she, "don't you remem-
self"
at don't know as I do" says I.
GAS if you were flying to atoms? And
been in the hands of giant, and your
heart as full of hate?"
" Why, look a-here," says /. Be you
Missionary
C A missionary" says she, laughing.
No; I'm Mr.. Mulgrave's wife. And [
came up to see how the new house was
getting on; but the house is so full of
plaster dust inside, and the whirlwind is
blowing the things off the roof so outside,
that thought would venture in here till
the cloud passed"
6 Oh" says |.
e. knocked, but you didn't hear me-"
"Im real glad to see you,' says |. Its
dreadful lonesome place, and hardly
anybody ever comes. Only I'm sorry
every things so at skies and sevens. You
see, where there's family of children,
and the wind blowing So says I, with a
lucky thought-it's always good to have
the wind or the weather to lay things to,
because nobody's responsible for the ele-
ments-" things will get to looking like
ride-out"
Children do make confusion" says
she; but confusion is pleasanter with
them than pimlico order without them"
"Well, that's So" [ answered; "for
remember when Johnny had the measles
last year thought if he only got well I'd
let hirl white the door all to pieces if
ever he wanted to again" "Here, Benny =
says l, for began to feel bad to think I'd
treated him soft he'd mortified me twas
no reason why | should mortify him, and
right before folks So" take that to little
sister," and / gave him something to keep
them quiet q suppose you wouldn't
care for any water?" says | to her then.
" Not if | put some molasses in it? |
didn't know but the wind would have
made you dry. Yes, children do make
trouble. One of Jim's songs says:
Marriage does bring trouble;
A single life is best;
They should never double
Who would be at rest.
"But there I wouldn't be without them
for all the fine clothes [ used to have when
/ was single and worked in the shop. |
worked down at Burrage's-I suppose you
never buy shoes any there?''
What makes you suppose sog" says
she, smiling.
"Well, because your boots don't look
like our work; they look like-like Gin