Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1877-03-14
HOW WE FOUND AND LOST
TREASURE.

There are pleasanter ways of spend
ing ones time than in making beds and
washing dishes and catching small
boys to go of errands; and August
weather is not usually the most favor
able for one of those interrcgnumS
that are apt to occur where the house
hoId force is limited to solitary
"help." But Bridget was off on her
wedding tOur-One of those utterly
unexpected and unwelcome happenings
that are forever obtruding themselves
when deluded souls that dream of bliss
imagine themselves to be comfortably
settled for an indefinite period.
Brunhilda and | were fairly sick of
general homework, and could cheer
fully have shot the remorseless milk
man who persisted in making us a
morning call at the wtching hour of
five a. N. f; while the front-door bell
generally was the plague of our lives.
SO, when it rang at three o'clock on
the hottest of hot afternoons, Just
when we had dOnned our undreSs uni
forms ald settled our brains for long
summers nap, we felt little like
would probably say saoedfing
Let them ring." | said, viciously,
. / shall not 90 down"
Brunhilda looked reflective.
1--WE might lose great deal in that
way said she. Il think | viii look
out of the window, at least"
Brunhilda is always expecting
things; she seems to fancy that she is
living in one of Wilkie Collins novels.
"A very notwithstanding person."
she reports, presently, from her point
of observation through the blinds of Il
front window "but what can she
want at this melting time of day."
And hastily spearing her disordered
locks with two or three mammoth hair
pins, she slips into civilized attire with
marvellous celebrity, and glides down
stairs. laugh quietly. for Brunhida' s
curiosity is quite family legend, and
1t will probably be rewarded in this
case by book agent, or an inquiry for
some other house in the eighborhood,
or solicitation for charity.
Presently, however, am called, and
requested to come downstairs; and
l.,
adorn myself with hair-pins and the
regulation dress, and follow in the
footsteps OF my younger sister.
Brunhilda is comfortably perched on
the stairs-there seems to be preva,
lent idea that this point is sort of
refrigerator in hot weather.
seated on one of the hall chairs is a
plump. sweet looking girl in a plain
black dress and dainty straw hat. She
gances up at me as | descend, and
then modcstly drops her long lashes
over the soft gray eyes. 1t is none of
my funeral; and | look at Brunhilda
lnquiringly
This -slis young person." she an
nounces, hesitatingly, lis looking for
a place
My inward amazement is only
equaled by my outward cOmposure, as
l ask the pretty vision before me,
Did anyone send you hereI"
She SMILES, and such smile. All
me- what it is to be in ones teens,
and have " hite teeth and dimples.
" Nom, - she replies in the sweetest
OF voices but was passing by-and
INV" -" lto"tIS anu the ipch VI
things -aAi | thought I'd see if you
wanted q girl
All this was very interesting, of
course. and quite out of the common
way, but Brunhilda and / have not
cut all our wisdom-teeth for nothing,
and do not. as general thing, engage
our domestics upon the plea of their
liking the look of things. When we
asked for references, the girl colored
viyidly. and took from her bag care