The weekly messenger. [volume] (St. Martinsville [i.e. St. Martinville] La.) 1886-1948, 1889-05-11
THE BLUE DOOR.

brelia- shaped apple-trees in front. There
have assuredly been times when the SINH.
lItudc has been somewhat embarrassing. -
''Iaas," said Deacon Philpott. "old
Squire Simpson, he built EN-. Said he
didn't want to be accused of no PARTIAL
ty. l remember" with a chuckle
show 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 Mr.. Belts grocer's bill
was left at Mrs. Hedgey's, and"
every natural misapprchenslons-very
natural indeed, said Mr.. Miner. "We
are all liable to make mistakes"
"That's as true as gospel" said the
deacon. ''Now you talk about mis-
takes, / remember"
"And H. precipitately interrupted
Mr.. Miner, who had a wholesome hor
ror of his deacon's interminable stories.
shave been mercifully preserved from
any awkward Understandings by the
fact that the door of the domicile where
| reside is providentially painted blue.
The other four doors are green"
"Blue's proper, pretty Color" said
Deacon Philpott. Speaking about
blue, my daughter Arethusa, down in
Floridy-"
"Pray excuse met said the pastor,
glancing at his turnip-shapcd silver
watch-''but have barely time to keep
my appointment with Brother Klingen-
burg. Really, had no idea how late it
was!"
And he hurried away, leaving the
deacon standing in the middle of the
road, staring after him.
Mr.. Miner boarded at No. 8 Simpson
Terrace. There was no terrace there,
but the squire thought the name sounded |
sonorous and pleasant, so he had christ
ened his five little cottages s'Simpson
Terrace
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-table; every day Marian
"at 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 tell
mended places from the whole, and the
little widow herself exhausted every Gull
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 embodied saint.
"And now that Mr. Miner is safely
gone for the day." said Mrs. Chipley,
swell clean the sitting room and white
wash the walls. Run to Dixey's, Maud.
Tor lump of unsaked lime, and-oh,
BY -the-way, bring some cornmeal, dear.
Well have hasty pudding for dinner,
md eat at the kitchen table. Hasty
budding and milk will do for us vo- ,
men,"
"Of course it will, mamma" said
Maud
Il like hasty pudding and milkr'
ried Marian, jumping glccfully up and |
lown, land, although Mr.. Miner is
UGH dear, good man, yet it is a sort of t
elief to have him gone once in a while. +
that we can clean house, and eat hasty /
budding and milk
"And, oh, Maud" she whispered, to q
er aesthetic e,der sister, as Mrs. Chipley h
ustled out to hang the big kettle over +
le fire, I've such an idea in my head a.,
you'll only get little grass green +
ANT ready mixed, when you are 1t DIX II
J :, and Il mtdiun-sizcd br,.sAw p
Green paint, Marian! What for?"
''Hush! don't Jet mamma hear, I'm =,