Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1882-06-22

ing for little gossip. What on earth
have you got hanging up therep and
where's your door gomez
'Thatp Oh, that's only portiere,'
as if portiere in Millvillage was the
most common thing in the world.
"A what 1t looks like a side-show
at the circus, or poster
Everybody don't take to 'em when
they FIRST see EN- Uttered Lucinda.
Father didn't. Folks have to be edu-
Gated up to 'em, like eating tomatoes
"A portiere, did you say? Where'd
you get the ideerp
its French word, said Mrs. Tom,
as if French were her daily speech. 1T
came from France
PITY it hadn't stayed there. 1t
must let in sight of cold air.
We haven't suffered no incOnven-
ience,' returned Mrs. Tom, loftily.
1T amt to be sneezed at said Lucin-
da.
AS luck would have it, however, a
cold snap set in about this time. Mrs.
Dood piled on the coal and shivered sur
reptitiously.
Your what-you-may-call-it don't
seem to keep out the cold like door,
suggested Mrs. Jerry in another of her
neighborly calls. Il don't believe they'll
be popular in Millvillage.'
They're popular at Lawyer Brownies
and in the first families to bingham,
returned her sister-in.law.
We'll, s'pose they have a furnace
there, and the price of coal amt no
consequence to 'em. For my part, l
shouldn't be able to reconcile it to my
conscience to waste Jerry's substance in
q portiere.'
| If Mrs. Dodd had wished to set the
neighborhood agog she succeeded; Mill
village wasn't used to esthetic ideas,
and the report that she had taken "a
door off the hinges and hung up a cur
tain in its stead seemed to their unen-
lightened minds the height of absurd
ity.
But it really does look ever so pretty,
said one genial soul at the sewing circle,
only my teeth chartered in my head
all the time l stayed at Miss Dood's.'
Lucindy tells me it's new-fangled
notion they got up to bingham; she
says it's all around there, as if it was
the measles. It's what they call Art
Decoration explained Mrs. Lutestring
the milliner.
art fiddlesticks." snapped Mrs. Jer'
ry, the art of taking cold, L reckon
Pameley had the doctor last night and
a mustard plaster / calkilate she's
decorated with blister by this time.
I'm afeared Miss Dodd's getting
dreadful worldly to be so took up with
coffee-bagging and cotton-flannel When
there's missionary work to be done,
sighed old Mrs. Preacher.
Miss Dodd's got gentility on thu
BRAIN put in the village dressmaker
She wants to lead the fashions in Mill
village
Il think it's our duty get to up petit
ton and ask her to hev the door huns
again, seeing's the sewing society's go
ing tc meet there next week; it wouldn'
be convenient, for all of us to hev the
inhuenzy together suggested the presi
dent of the society.
IT'S flying in the face of Providence,
persisted Mrs. Jerry.
But before the week ended Aunt
Hannah dropped in from heartfelt Il
make Mrs. Dodd visit, as the weathe
had moderated.
Il thought I'd take advantage of tn,
warm spell" she exclaimed. you Sc,
I'm going over to bingham next weel
to hev Lawyer Browne make my will
and 1 thought I'd stop awhile alonl
with you, Pameley, on my way. You
know she continued. dropping into ;
whisper as though the heirs were all a
her elbow, if / don't make it-and i
seems as if / was old enough-every
thing'll go to his folks! seeing's I'm on
ly your aunt-in-law, having Marie,
your own uncle Roger Hill for my frs
husband and my good-for-nothing cousil
Tom Jackman for my second; if dom
make it, you see, not dollar'd belon,
to you, as l brought you up till yol
married Mr.. Doddl Laws is queer, you
know; so l thought wouldn't wait n,
longer, but take advantage of the thav
and hev Lawyer Browne cut his folk
off with dollar
But the thaw was followed by an
other cold wave before Aunt HANNAH
could start for bingham.
1T won't last long, Mrs. Dodd con
soled her. and then Tom'n drive you
over in the pung.'
Its proper pleasant here chirrupet
the old lady, and / wouldn't grudg
staying all winter, if his folks had onl,
been cut Oh. How well Ben's wOolel
carpet wears, and the horse-hair furni
ture looks 80 genteel. When you ge
my legacy-ain't there door opel
somewhere, Pameleyp I've got col,
water arrunning down my back
DO put on this shawl, Aunt Hannah,
begged Mrs. Dodd; I'll stir up the fir
and bring my foot-stOve and bottle o
hot water; the house is old, you see
and full of cracks
when you get my legacy you Cal
have new one, Pameley. What hav
you got that Counterpart hanging vi
to the doorway for? To keep out tn