Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1885-11-17
wHlrEwAsH AND soAPsUDs

II thiak III run over and see Katie
thi. morning" said Clyde Reynolds. a.
be ,hrcw aside hi, paper and leaned IA
from the vsfandA A. the open wIndos OF
the room where hi, mother "a, seslng.
IL am sorry !, is 80 lonesome for you
here. my ,on. sighed bis mother. a. she
lookel up from her work 81 though,
Jennie Leland would come Ia a. she al
way, doe, when | an alone. and make
!, plessln, for yol. bu, she hasn't been
near the house.
II me, her a, the picaie yesterday,
..il The yosng man ~i,h a odd laugh.
he d.d NJ, add the f.e, thA, be bad al.
NOS, fallen IN love With her a, sight. ba,
had been most numerically snabbed.
"D.d you ike her ;" Questioned Mr..
Reynolds eagerly
II admired her very much, bat found
her s, anAPpfoAehable ,ha, gave up the
idea % trying 10 become better Aequain,.
ed I A.ked her TO dance ,sice. when !
knew ,hs va. not engagcd' and 'he re-
fused. said Clyde gravely.
"SAe did :" sjaeulaied bis mother ia
disnan,ly. why Jennie ], the sweetest.
mos, amiable gifl kaos. UnaPProieh'
able. Indeed think yoi must have
made a mistake. Clyde.
mo. I'm qaiie sure !, ~As Mi's Leland.
Hef brother gave me the introduction.
However. it makes no sori u difference
10 me.
And away be weni ,hfolgh the brosa
fields % his sisters home. switching The
top, from the gras, With bis dainty cane
and thinking With knitted bross sha,
possible change could make the differ
enc, between Jennie Leland a. his moth.
81 had described her. and the proud girl
A, the picnic. While the mother stitched
away IN despair a the downfall OF he'
hope.
She had 90 longcd cor anioa between
her oaly son aal her young favofiie'
Jennie Leland. that she had come 20 re-.
gard the whole matter as settled.
"rll be hanged II Kate isn', eleAnin <
house ." ma,isred Clyde, a, he came ia
.ish, Of bis sisters house.
Now, with al bis goOines.. he had The
faul, u oyefneatness-some would per-
hap. call him dandifsd. a. did Mss Jen-
me l.slAad-and hoase-eleAaing was his
special ayerion.
The whit. cottage. Agsin,, i,s back
ground Of forest, tinted now with the
hr., brilliant hue- Of autumn; the vide
spreading fields the silyery stream, And
the blue distant hills-ma1e a picture Of
eon,en,ment and rustic beauty, baihed IN
rich. warm sunlight.
Ba, the air Of comfort vanished on
closer Inspection. The window frames
were destitute Of sashes, tnd the doors
were wide open the pretty froni yard
fence was covered with carpets. and dust,
dirt and soapsud. were everywhere 10
proiusion.
"why Clyde and was 10 such a
hurry TO get through before yoa came
over Oh. dear. I'm 10 peck Of ,roa.
ble-ye.. and more too. think ! nigh,
call il bushel and no, stretch the truth.
And the face Of the rosy mairon wore
look Of comieAl perplexi,y, as she greet
ed her brother as aHee,iona,ely as the
elinging soap.ads would allow.
"Never mind. Kate. Can't help
YOU What's the trouble y asked Clyde
herOically.
"Troable enough The parlor elrpe'
is up, the ceiling half whitewAshed, th'
hall is half cleaned. and the sewing cifcl'
sen, me word tha, they will be here to-
morrow afternoon; Frank has been called
away on business. and the men engaged
10 bea, the carpets and put them dowr
hays not put 10 an appearance. could
manage alone all ba, the ceiling anC
carpets"
"Le, me manage them | can white.
wash the ceiling have done as much
before and IL Frank don't come 10 hell
can take care Of the carpets
And Clyde took off his immaculate
white cuffs. and prepared for action.
"lf you only could :" sighed Kate.
IL can end will = answered her bro,he
as he struck q mock heroic attitude. 81
suppose the stable-boy hasn't any olS
clothes to spare, has be }" he added, will
a rueful glance a, bis 'po,lsss brOadclO,h
"No." replied Kate, ,hOugh,fally. 81
don, know Of single ,hing-excep, al
old calico dress ,ha, my swede girl thrs'
away. She Was very large for womai
and think you nigh, wear IT,"
bring IL along then. Anything vii
do TO keep the whi,ewash of. Thanl
goodness no one will be likely to sec me
There, does that ft. Shure. an In
Biddy O'finnigin. mum, at your service,
and be bowed low before her, while hi
dark eyes danced with mischief
Although he prided himself gres,l
upon bis personal appearance, and 10
sisted that his attire should be spo,less
his gloves q perfect f,. and his shininl
boots unspecked by dust, be Was BY n