Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1876-03-16

Il am afraid these chops are burnt.
That was the second.
At last they went off. Then cam,
the tug of war;
How can people make a bed alone
I've made them often ma or Lot
stands on one side and takes hole
with me, and we get along beauti
fully. But to-day l tried my best
bat as fast as l got one side nice
was sure to pull all the clothes off
liking the other side. They looked
awfully = like great snow. banks
covered with quilts, | can't help it
How can | get on both sides of the
bed at once ?
Then there was the pitchers to fill,
and the rooms to sweep and dust, and
the parlors to pnt in order, and the
dl2'ng-room to sweep, and all the
breakfast things TO clear away, and
am sure, positive, the bell rang a
thousand times to-day. There were
boys with sand, boys with fruit, boys
with brooms, boys with potatoes,
boys with every vegetable, animal,
and mineral productions. There
were women with berries, women
to beg, women who wanted sewing,
women OF every description. Every
time | was safely landed in the third
story, that bell rang. Why can't a
woman swear am sure | should
not have slammed the door so hard
IN the face of the last boy with sand,
when opened it for the nine hundred
aud nlnety-ninth time, if could have
said some real bad word in the entry
when | went down. | am afraid
did say 'Confound the bell 2 once.
We are all weak | was Just going
up stairs to perform the operation that
Susan calls cleaning herself: | was
not lovely to look upon at that mo,
ment-my hair, naturally of mud
color, was covered with an old silk
handkerchief, my sleeves were rolled
up, the skirts of my dress was pinned
up, for | had performed Herculean
feats with the broom and dust.pan.
On the stairs | stopped My fire
until that moment had forgotten it.
| went into the kitchen heartrend.
ing sight for an amateur cook-my
fire was out Down | went on my
knees, poker in hand, and began to
poke. Didn't | poke Nothing short
of iron could have stood my vigorous
handling The dust flew in all di-
rections. My nose itched; l scratch
ed it with my smutty fingers; then,
then, of all times, the bell rang.
Down went the poker 'Confound
the bell = cried, and darted into
the entry. | opened the door Hor-
ror of horrors
is Miss Marson at home 2 That's
definite when there are six of us.
| knew well enough who he was,
though. He was Jessie's friend, Mr..
Lorraine. There he stood, in a full
suit Of white linen Chow l wanted to
touch it with my smutty fngers)
looking down upon me with his most
being expression.
Miss Jessie is at Saratoga | re-
piled.
All! am sorry to miss seeing
her. Will you give her my card ?
Are any of the young ladies at homer
Whew ! didn't l want to box bis
ears. Think of the impotence of the
puppy, pretending he did not know
me.
'All the young ladies are out of
town. | said, except Miss Frances,
and she is particularly engaged
Miss Fannie All, yes, the musical
one
No, sir
'rhe artist ?
mo, sir
Not the lovely blonde I?
No, sir, that is Louisa
'Oh, the little girl!'
NO, sir'-my blood was up by this
time-'your humble servant , and |
dropped him courtesy.
He burst into clear, ringing
laugh.
Pardon me, he said 4 ,0as rude,
| fear, but thought you were in
disguise for a joke, Will you allow
| me TO Walk III
What could | do ?
Certainly replied.
We went into the parlor. | was
determined not to let him stay, SO |
explained that our girls had left us,
and that the ladies were all away.
He began TO give me the funniest
description of his trouble when his
mother lett him once, and the girls
deserted him the next day. / forgot
my dress, my bare arms, dusty hair,
old silk headdress, and dirty face, and
laughed with him.
Didn't we chat =? He had just
finished reading Miss Proctor's lovely,
darling book Of poems, and we
agreed in our enthusiasm over it. He
quoted some of my pet passages, till
almost cried with the mixture Of
pleasure and pain they gave me.
Then the flowers on the table attract
ed him. There was the subject Of
another chat, and we discussed exot.
les, home flowers, and wild flowers
with as much interest and animation
as if it were not after twelve o'clock
and the dinner still in the market
basket on the table in the kitchen
| forgot my forte, | did indeed.
forgot my hungry brother and father
who would come in at two o'clock
and | chatted away like like nothing
but an excited, interested woman
Ny mornings exercise had sent thu
blood TO my cheeks, and it danced
through my veins with unwontet
rapidly. Books, flowers, music, tn
weather, all came up for converse
ton, and the time flew.
One The striking of the clocl
first recalled me to my duties,
looked at my disordered dress, an,
then at my elegant companion, and
for the first time, the blood crlmsone'
my brow with embarrassment. | ha'
; been annoyed, piqued, interested
. now | was embarrassed. He pei
ceived this, and With graceful, gentle
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