Connecticut western news., 1889-02-27
THEBLUE DOOR.

 said the Rev. Milo Miner. 'Five houses exactly alike in five little gardens of pre- cisely the same dimensions, and five um- brel.a shaped apple trees in front. There have assuredly been times when the simi litude has been somewhat embarrassing"
 ''Yaas," said Deacon Philpott, ''old Squire Simpson, he built 'em. Said he didn't want to be accused of no partiali- ty. I remember" with chucklc, chow John Vassar went into Number Five when he was accounting Lois Spring, that lived at Number Four, and scared old Ma'am McMicken half outen her wits. coming up behind her, when she was a-makin' fritters, and kissin' her with will. And Mir. Belts grocer's bill was left at Mrs. Hedgey's, and"
 ''Very natural misapprehenslons--very natural indeed" said Mir. Miner. "Wc arc all liable to make m stakes"
 ''That's as true as gospel" said the deacon. "Now you talk about mis- takes, remember"
 "And l." prccipitately interrupted Mir. Milner, who had wholesome hor- TOT of his deacon's interminable stories, ''have been mercifully preserved from any awkward misunderstanding by the fact that tho door of the domicile where I reside is providentially painted blue. The other four doors are green.
 ''Blue's a proper, pretty color," said Deacon Philpott. Speaking about blue, my daughter Arethusa, down in Floridy-"
 "Pray excuse mel" said the pastor, glancing at his turnip-shapcd silver watch-s'bu have barely time to keep my appointment with Brother Klingcn- burg. Really, had no idea how late it wasp
 And he hurried away, leaving the deacon standing in the middle of the road, staring after him.
 Mir. Milner boarded at No. Simpson Terrace. (Thcre was no terrace there, but the squire thought the name sounded sonorous and pleasant, so he had christ ened his five little cottages "Simpson Terrace.'1
 He boarded with Mrs. Chipley and her two daughters, Maud and Marian, who felt it great distinction to be of any service, however slight, to the pas tor.
 Maud herself gathered fresh flowers for the study-tab'c; every day Marian Sat up late nights to iron and mend table linen, so that the good man might have a clean napkin every day, and to darn his stockings so that you could not tel mended places from the whole, and the little widow herself exhausted every cul- mary resource to humor his dyspepsia, and to contrive dainty dishes out of the least pos sible foundation.
 To these three simple women the Rev. Milo Mi ner Was like an cmbcdie1 saint.
 "And now that Mr. Miner. is safely gone for the day." said Mrs. Chiplev, ''we'll clean the sitting room and white ewash the walls. Run to Dixey's, Maud, for lump of unslaked lime, and-oh, by-the-way, bring some cornmeal, dear. We'll have nasty pudding for dinner, and cat at the kitchen table. Hasty pudding and milk will do for us wo- men,"
 "Of course it will, mamma" said Maud
 ''I like nasty pudding and milk! cried Marian, jumping gleefully up and down, '.and, although Mr. Milner i. such dear, good man, yet it is sort ot relief to have him gone once in q while, so that we can clean house, and eat hasty pudding and milk.
 'tAnd, oh, Maud!" she whispered, te her aesthetic e.dcr sister, as Mrs. Chiple, hustled out to hang the big kettle ovel the fire, "I've such an idea in my head l. you'll only get little grass greer Paint ready mixed, when you are at Dix. ey's, and a mcdium-sized brush!" 'Green paint, Mariana What for2"
 ''Hush. don't let mamma hear! Tn so tired of hearing this called the hous, with the blue doorln
 Maud obeyed. Although the elder ir point of years, she had long been accus toned to be domineered over by pretty positive Marian.
 "But it is the strangest thing, Mari an!' she said, as fifteen or twenty min utes later, she handed over mysteriou tin can and an oblong paper parcel tc her sister. "Joe Dean is out painting his door blue!"
 'sTastes differ" said Marian, shrug ging her shoulders, now invested in : preternaturally shabby old calico gown suitable only to the extremest exigencie of house cleaning time. 'sBluc is lovely color, but, as applied to hous, door, am heartily sick of it. Jo, Dean has no more taste than a New . foundland dog"