The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1881-04-20

place. Prospectively, enjoyed much
in the dethronement of our household
gods, and the reduction of all our
worldly goods to q state Of chaos. 1
foresaw the delicious suspense, anxiety
and final dismay or rejoicing that would
attend the transit of our looking glasses
and parlor chairs. / looked forward to
kind Of nomadic existence about the
house during the days wherein we were
getting settled, to the exploration OF
unknown depths under the closet
stairs, and of mysterious recesses be-
hind the chimney. I expected to sit
and sing in the best rocking-chair, to
roll my tired limbs on the best mattress,
and to take my dinner with a large
spoon from out fruit-iar.
When, therefore, rode up from the
depot on top of the box containing my
mothers best china and glassware, /
felt that every one who beheld, also
- 81 gd. E&se-short ends OF my hat
band futtered spfriSedly in the March
breeze, and the anticipatory tremers in
my breast creaked the starched shirt
front beneath my jacket.
At q very tender age we realize that
this is world of disappointments.
Fer the next few days my life consisted
mainly in hunting up the hammer, run
ming for nails, trotting up to the store
and down to the timers and after the
carpenter, pushing stove-legs into place,
holding up footboards of family bed
steads lifting the corners of bureaus,
waiting upon the painter and the white
wash man, getting my fingers pinched,
getting scolded, getting q cold, losing
my handkerchief, having nothing in
particular to eat save little bakers
bread, and now and then 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 housekeeping has
it's disadvantages and to feel that the
springs of naturally good constitution
were wearing out in the family service
On the morning of that day 1 left my
Mother and Mary Sullivan stretching
larpet fitted for a room 15x15 to cove
lur new dining-room, 15x16, and walked
lut in the back yard to take the air.
AS 1 sauntered down to the front gate
by eyes were greeted by a vision o
jouth-I cannot say Of beauty-swing
hg upon the gate over the way.
The ''vision wore q large bombazip,
hood, such as was at this time in higl
tepute among grandmothers, but wa
.fhever calculated to enhance the charm
bf the young. A little plaid shawl wa
pinned askew about her shoulders. On
pf a species of embroidered pantalet
hich, like the dodo of Mauritius, ha
eince become extinct, had slipped dow
and lay like wrinkled bandage aroun
khe top of her shoe.
"Hallo I" said /.
HalloW responded she; you're
lmean, nasty boyl"
1 should have promptly returne
lis compliment but for the conside
alton that l had just moved into til
|, 4 community, and everything depende
upon my acquiring a good reputation
Without replying, therefore, bega
rehectively digging hole in the gat
post with my jack-knife. The " vision
swung back and forth, and hummed g
want to be an angel" In giving 6
unusually vigorous lureh outward g
apple few from her hand and fell in
the middle of the muddy street.
.Idigress here to state that though
popular street, that portion of it
front of my fathers house general
was muddy. During the spring al
fall months we had large, swashy pc
there-one that appeared to flow fro
a secret perennial source of muddinei
a In the winter months it froze over a.
made capital skating. During the SUI
mer it gradually dried away, until,
the "pollywog" season, when alone
boy can take the highest rational enjC
ment in a mud-puddle, only daI
spot in the center of the street indicat
the place from which the water had 81
sided. 1t was now at high tide and
apple fell into the ooze just below it.
Boy, opme over and pick up
apple, commanded my neighbor.
Conscious of setting that young pas
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