Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1875-06-03
SELLING POSTAGE STAMPS,
BY AMY RANDOLPH.

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midsummer sky, whereof moderr
poets rave. A rainy, dismal, misty
foggy Monday-a Monday WHEREOF
Blddy had just given warning, anc
the sitting-room stove had tumbleC
over, ard the water-pipes sprung {
leak
eMaI" said Felix Fetherbee, "where'i
my lunch ?"
Ma" piped up Anna Maria
"where's my joggerfy p
Mamma | say, mammal" squeak
cd little Tommy, "the baby's play
in in the ashes, and she got her face
all black"
Mrs. Fetherbee looked wildly
around, with both hands pressed tC
her head.
81 shall go crazy |" walled she. 81
shall certainly lose my senses Mr.
Fetherbee n
But Mr. Fetherbee, having swal,
lowed his coffee at railroad rate
was not buttoning up his overcoaI
with scarcely less rapidly.
Eyes, my dear" said Mr.. Fether-
bee. Speak quick, if you please. I'm
in little of hurry this morning.
Mrs. Fetherbee's countenance fell.
1fyou could only stay long enough,
my dear, to put up the stove, and GO
for plumber, and keep an eye To
the children, while | run around to
the Intelligence Office for another
cook
Mr. Fetherbee glanced distasteful-
ly around at the disordered room.
Truly, it wore no inviting aspect.
I'm really very sorry, my dear,
said Mr.. Fetherbee, but this is an un-
usually busy day at the Office. I've
a great deal to accomplish before
noon. It's qnite impossible for me to
give up the day
But half an hour
Half an hour Out of the very
cream and spice of the dayr ejaculat-
ed Mr.. Fetherbee, rolling himself up
in his fur muller. 'But that's all that
women know about the exigencies OF
business It's quite impossible. By
by.
And out he walked, lighting q
cigar on the door step, while poor
Mrs Fetherbee sat down and cried.
'l'd like to know what | am going
to do said Mrs. Fetherbee Felix,
will YOU let your sister alone Anna
Maria, take the baby cut of the ashes
a. once. Thomas, how dare you
olimb tho tohln and sat you e"
gers in the sugar bowl? On, if | had
dreamed of all this, | never, never,
never would have got married 7
'Ahl but that's past hoping for,
said cheerful, chirpy little voice,
close to her. And now all you've
got to do is TO make the best of it,.
What's the matter p
Everything the matter sighed
Mrs. Fetherbee.
1t was Miss Hepsey Hall, a plump,
goodaempered little old maid, who
colored photographs for a living and
lent helping hand to her neighbors
generally.
ABR said Miss Hepsey;l see. It's
Blue Monday, and things in general
arc going wrong
Yes sobbed Mrs. Fethebee, fairly
overcome by the tones of sym :
pathetic voice, sand-and-Mr. Feth-
erbee is 50 hurried by business that
be couldn't stay to help me, and
'Oh!' said Miss Hepsoy. Business !
And she rubbed her nose and looked
so dubious that Mrs. Fetherbee hast
ened to answer the tone rather than
the words
Il assure you Hepsey, that it is one
of his busiest days. Monday al
ways is. If supposed it wasn't
well you can easily find out said
Miss Hepsey. Can't you?
sHow?'
Sell postage stamps, answered the
old maid.
'Hepsey Hall, what under the sur
do you mean p demanded the bewild.
cred wife.
i often do it, said Miss Hepsey
lit is wholesome change, after I've
been sitting three or four hours al
my photograph easel. | just jump
into stage, and ride down to the
business part of the city-Wall street
Cedar, Exchange Place, anywhere
and sell lot of stamps. 1t pays, in
modest sort of way. Take my ad
vice, my dear; put on my plaid shaw
and beaver bonnet with green val
and a muff. Go to Fetherbee's office
sell postage stamps. I've got s
lot on hand that I'll let you have
Would you realiy?' hesitated Mrs
Fetherbee; 'if you were me p
IF you want your husband to come
home and help you about things thar
it is mans province to see to, anc
not woman's. | would said Miss
Hepsey, firmly.
.I've a great mind TO try sale
Mrs Fetherbee.
'It would certainly be satisfaction
to know for certain that one ism
being deceived said Miss Hepsey
Hall.
But what shall do abont tn
children p asked Mrs Fetherbee
Ol said Miss Hepsey. LII stay an'
keep an eye to EN-, while mend NJ.
company gloves You'll be back il
an hour or two, | DONE doubt
SO Mrs. Fetherbee dressed hersel
in the little photograph colorer'
| plaid-shall, beaver bonnet and gree
vail, took portfolio of stamps an
set off down town
Number Eight Maoedon Place wa
the nun Der of Mr.. Fetherbee's plac
of business, in little sort of an elbo'
of street, that jutted out Of Wa
street, few houses in length, an
then, as if discouraged at encounter
ing the unoompromisiDg side OF re
brick house, turned aud came bac
again. And into Number Eigb
A[acedon Place Mrs. Fetherbee wals