The Saline County journal. [volume] (Salina, Kan.) 1871-1893, 1878-05-02
Mr.. PERKINS.

zine Impotence, the unparalleled I'm.
pertinence, said Mrs. Paret, "of q paper.
hanger, an ordinary paper-hanger, dar.
ing to intrude his choice OF material
and actually using a pale gray ground
instead of the shade l ordered!
"But mamma" said Grace, lyon said
yourself that 1t was the prettiest, after i,
was on the wall"
"That has nothing to do with il" said
Mrs. Paret, waving her hand, and ma
jestically disposing of her daughter
plea-"nothing whatever to do with it
It's the principal of the thing, Grace
the idea Of an ordinary paper hanger
81 don't think he's altogether ordina
~, mamma" said Grace. "You mus,
allow yourself that he's little extraor
binary, he's kind of A imirable erich.
ton. I'm sure never saw such skill in
my life in hanging the curtains; and
hung they would never have been if GU,
people had been left to manage them
He just climbed the ladder, Peregrine,
added Oracle, turning 10 her brother
sand took the great clumsy things in hie
arms, gave twist or two here, . tack OF
two there, q push up and push down.
and the whole thing WAS lovely"
Hun, said Peregrine junior, tuggine
at the few wisps of hair be called q
mustache-'hum-a- yes- no doubt
but there's such thing a. fellows being
too confoundedly brisk, you know. Fell
lows good enough, no doubt IN bis way
capital mechanic, all that sort of thing
but hang It, you know fellow must keep
in bis own groove. Watkins says to me
yesterday, See fellow over there saw.
ing board ? And l says, Yes And
says Watkins, Fellow wants to Join our
boat club No. says l. Fact says
Watkins. Case of blackbal says l.
And it was ; club could stand that sor,
of thing, you know-klll it quicker'n
lightning
That's the reason you lose every
race said Grace. .Mr. Perkins is q
better osrsman than anyone in the
club
Possible drawled Peregrine. 'Plen.
ty clubs glad to get him. no doubt, but
We decline the honor. Ii precedent is
Established that sort, no knowing what'lI
be the consequence
'Peregrine is right said Mrs. Psret.
ga place for every body, and every one
in his place. is my motto; and one thing
is very certain, that ramshakle old barn
over there is running our property. l
told you, Mr. Psret, what would be the
result when you leased him the land
Mr.. Paret said nothing. For q brief
moment keen glance, almost haggard
in anxiety, had rested on tho sweet face
of his daughter; but he did not reply to
his wife. Two or three days later on he,
however, made remark which caused
considerable confusion in the little circle
about him.
This time it was the evening meal,
and the subject was again Mr.. Perkins.
Spring had come, tho bitterness of the
frost had melted in the ardor of the sun,
and the consequence was-mud! The
peculiar yellow clay that formed the up
per strata 10 the &c Geological classification
of Riverview became very noticeable
that night in the Paret household. The
heavy boots of Mr.. Paret were clogged
with it, the CATERS of Peregrine junior
were fecked here and there, and the
natty; arched, high heeleo shoes of Miss
Grace, as they Struggled under the din
ming table, show very plainly the an or.
ous designs of this sordid clay.
'Hum-a--' drawled Peregrine, whats
all this about fellow with board? Wat
klns home.today, and says daysof the chiv-
airy coming back again. Certain lovely
lady's progress impeded by mud-along
comes knight with board on shoulder
throws it down-lady walks over, smiles
sweetly, says pretty words of gratitude !;
result, all fellows in Riverview hunting
for boards
Il hate that Watkins, said Grace, o
hot color leaping into her rounded cheek,
her blue eyes flashing Indignantly. III
he knew how l despised him, he'd stop
prosecuting me with his attentions.
Nothing could be nicer, mamma, than
the way Mr.. Perkins helped me over the
crossing; it was the most natural thing
in the world. You know how muddy il
is on that corner by the church.
didn't know how to get across; was
quite in despair, when I saw Mr.. Per-
kins with board on bis shoulder, and
in the twinkling of an eve be had
thrown it down and made q bridge of i,
for the passer- BY
For you, you mean said Mrs. Psret,
sternly. 1t it had been some poor old
lame beggar woman, he'd have kept bis
board immaculate. What right has this
person to offer you any civili,yl What
right has he to know Of your existence
Ito look at you at oil p
1t was 1t this juncture of tho CONVEX.
sation that Mr.. Paret spoke. "A cat may
look at . king said Mr.. Paret. And
these few words OF his had the effect of .
bomb bursting in the enemy's camp.
Mrs. Paret started and stared 1t her bus
band, Peregrine's fork paused in mid.
air, and even Gracie's eyes grew round
in wonder. His opinion had not been
asked. The little group, in fact, believed
hin utterly obliviOus and Indifferent to
The Perkins question, and this singular
md trite remark threw CONSERVATION in
heir midst.
But Mrs. Paret rallied sufficiently to
'tammer out "A king is not supposed to
ook at . cat
And Mr.. Paret, who had by this time
finished his meal and reached the door
If the dining-room, turned upon the
and said, That depends up
IN the taste and quality of the king and