The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1879-05-29
ROMANCE OF HOUSE CLEANING.

And the ninsty and nine have empty hands.
ROMANCE OF HOUSE CLEANING.
BY HELEN FORRKT GRAVES.
rs she coming to visit you ?" said Eric
Hale, with a slight grimace. THAT sim
pering, fine lady, with the useless white
Oh, aunt Della, pack my portmanteau
and let me be of On a lecturing tour until
Flora Lees visit comes to an endi"
Mrs. Dove looked little disappointed.
To confess the truth, she had especially
arranged this visit with reference to her
nephew Eric.
"He's fine young fellow" she had said
to herself, with true feminine diplomacy,
with an excellent parish and fine pros
poets, and it's high time he was settled in
life with q wife. And think Flora Lee
would suit fhim-exactl,."
And here was the young man himself
upsetting this charming little castle in the
| air, without the least scruple of consci-
ence, like the modern iconOclast that he
was.S
rWell, Eric,n said Mrs. Dove, despair
ingly, "I'll write to her not to come. OF
course I don't want to put you out, Just
when you're so busy, too, with that course
of lectures on the Book of Revelations ,
but I really thought Flora would make
the house lively"
.She's q deal too artificial to suit me-"
said Eric Hale. ASK her to come in
June, when shall be off to Omaha and
Nevada on that conference business. But
as for q visitor, / should much prefer lit
tie Polly Peppercorn's big wax doll, with
the silky black hair and the staring black
eyes, thst open and shut by machinery.
So Mrs. Dove, choking back the tears of
disappointment 0Or she had been nursing
this pet scheme in secret for a long whileG
sat down and wrote letter to her friend
Miss Lee, pOstpOning the proposed So
journ at Cedarbough Farm until roses
should be in bloom and stra xberries be-
ginning to ripen.
"Adonijah," said she, to the hired man,
take this letter to the postoffice."
"Yes, 'um," said Adonijah, and he put
it in his pocket and straightway forgot all
about Il.
1t was a dismal, rainy morning in
April, and yellow jonquils beaten to the
ground, the very wild violets shutting up
their eyes rs if in unmitigated disgust at
the unpromising state of the weather
Overhead, racks of gray cloud scudded
across the heavens, and the little sheet of
silver lakelet under the hill was dotted and
dimplcd all over with the falling rain, as
If pierced with thousand tiny javelins.
Its no use trying" said Mrs. Dove,
plaintively; the fates themselves have
conspired againss me-.
II S.; up, Me Pa;is Pss1a on Vic W .us
wsSn esu 49, vi NJ N .no "iuu,S ,s y. .ue
her gray curls tied up in yellow damask
pocket handkerchief which her great
uncle had brought from China half n
oSen'uy ~, 49, sas u iTS on .o tUMel ieuSe
2. o. stegiaoasl; n .or bessy, & 1ne n,reo nelP
usI l.ucn InS ceH nI, s.ss suu u
uIo:Na c.oaen no. iIS, Huu 1is, uilony, Sne
cnsi "ouicn, 1eu sIus = nieooaSe t.1' nor
oiuces son nau Jus. yI1Aen out VIII tne
%easles, soeEspecAieu over hHe a =
shower OF req PepperIan soIa nit OF
cIsinn couid sne undertake ior until the
wakes over. =,
.;kI anu W S2ese t1aee me usys, oi a., 1.ner TS
signed mrs; love, wnen ETC mas ex,
changed puipits WIN MT. Wasnpurne !!
And ne 80 disiikes mouse cleaning; and
Lear me, Mrs. Dove, wnat IN the mat-
terr
mrs. love staftea 70 ner ieet WIN III
ue scieamsior tneie, e1sctiy as ii sne
naa rained oown OUT OF 1ne gray, 19com-
pIOnislng 1enItn, suo9 rIora neIseH, IN
siim ,!..' 1rows uaveiing aress, WIN q neat
iiAiS nanu-oag, Sossamer waterProot
CLOAK and silk umbrella
wny, rioras cried sne; now came
you mere!
Sy tne u4ins oi course saiu MISS Lee :
ana l walked from tne station.
wroee 10 you not 10 come, salu Mrs.
Love, ~ constefnation; =.
BUT never received any sucn lett'T,
said Miss Lee. shah go away again y
mo, you darling, you snail DO nothing
Oh tne s9It salo ms. love entnusiasuc-
aiy. III was only Decause-Decause we
"ere mouse ciesning
am not TInu OF mouse cleaning,
sai9 Flora see now 1t Il, with com,
prenensive glance around tne scene OF
Sonius,on, anu 1 am going 10 heip you
tnr01gn WIN H.
you = sai9 MIS-. love:
Yes, l." said tiors why noty Just
lend me one OF betsys old dresses.
Where Is Betsy, by the way"
"Her father has lust carried her home
in his wagon" said Mrs. Dove, ''she has
orokel ner ieg
..6n nu you, cuar won
n' ue.f on, Gsa. sal9 MIs. DoSe |,
snS so' sisi.a,u VI mS. "
s...Hf S So al uo. I I G.'.ese II ~
ner fanny: anu my nsPnew ETC Is 70 oe
gone ,oI tnISe usys, anu maoe sure tnat
l couio nnisn tne mouse cieanlng "niie
ne was absent =,
And we Witt ssio riora' cneer-
fully
aow can We
On you snan see -, ~
And, depressed ,n1ugn sne was, MIS-. Is
Love oegsn ~ zee, tue ~ .ieiy @ ri'e LII
An6 TSo-s IL II sr-sved herseIf in ono of
p.,.a.,,. vi s. - "a .d;co, ~ h.r - r;n,lad
Hy Hs.ry cas.on Caiicoes, sio! ner e,,,;r. apt,.u
nao 0o"n NJ Uses up IN Can"'ic smeeP,nns
cap, anu went vigorously 70 WOIk Win