The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1881-04-06

place. Prospectively, / enjoyed
much in the dethronement of oul
household goods, and the reduction
of all our worldly goods to state O
chaos. / foresaw the delicious sus.
pense, anxiety and final dismay ol
rejoicing that would attend the tran
sit of our looking-glasses and parlol
chairs. / looked forward to q kind
of nomadic existence about the
house during the days wherein We
were getting settled, TO the explora-
ton of unknown depths under the
closet stairs, and of mysterious re-
cesses behind the chimney. / ex-
pected to sit and sing in the best
rocking-chair, to roll my tired limbs
on the best mattress, and to take my
dinner with large spoon from out a
fruitjar:
When, therefore, | rode up from
the depot on the top of box con-
tanning my mothers best china and
glassware. i felt that every one who
beheld, also envied. The short ends
of my hat-band fiuttered spiritedly
in the March breeze, and the antci-
ipatory tremors in my breast creak-
ed the starched shirt front beneath
my jacket.
At a very tender age we realize
that this is a world of disappoint-
ments. For the next few days my
life consisted mainly in hunting up
the hammer, going for nails, trot-
ting up to the store and down to the
timers and afteI the carpenter,
pushing stove legs into place, hold
ing up footboards for bedsteads,
lifting corners of bureaus. waiting
on the painter and white-wash
man, getting my fingers pinched,
getting scolded, getting cold, los
ing my handkerchief, having moth
ing in paiticular to eat save little
bakers bread, and now and then a
bit of beef-steak cooked sometimes
by my mother, sometimes by my
father, sometimes by Mary Sullivan,
and occasionally by all three.
BY the third day | began to see
that the anarchic style of house
keeping has its Disadvantages and
to feel that the springs of natural
ly good constitution were wearing
out in the family servie. On the
morning ofthat day | left my mother
and Mary Sullivan stretching car
pet fitted for room 15x15 to cover
our new dinuing-room, 15x16, and
walked out in the back yard TO take
the air.
As I sauntered down to the front
cate my eyes were greeted by a yis-
ion of YOUTH cannot say of beau
ty-swinging upon the gate over the
way.
The vision wore a bombazine
bood. such as was at this time in
high repute among grandmothers,
but was never calculated n enhance
the charms Of the young. 4 little
plaid shawl was pinned askew
about her shoulders. One of spe-
-cies of embroidered pantlets which,
ike the dodo of MauritiuG, has since
become extinct, had slipped down
and lay Ike a wrinkled handf ge
around the top of her shoe.
Halo r raid !.
"Hallor responded she; ''you're
. mean nasty boy p
should have promptly returned
the compliment but for the consid-
Grafton that / had just moved into
the community, and everything de-
pended upon my acquiring q COED
reputation. Without replying, there
fofe,' began rehectiyely digging a
hole in the gate post with my jack
knife. The vision" swung back
and forth and hummed :" want to
be an angel" In giving an unusu-
ally vigorous lurch outward an ap-
pie few from her hand and feel IN
10 the middle of the mudy street
/ disgress here to state, though a
popular street, that portion of 1t
in front of my fathers house gencr-
ally was muddy. Dusingthe spring
and fall months we had large,
swashv pooi there--one that appear