Pawtucket tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 1890-189?, 1892-08-10
TWO PAINTED DOORS.


race there was no terrace. but thf
squire thought the namo sounded 30
norous and pleasant. so he had chris
tened his five little cottages Simpsons
tcrraco'). Ho boarded with Mrs. Chip
ley and her two daughtere. Maud and
MGrian, who felt IL great distinction
to be of any service, however slight. 70
the postor.
Maud gathered fresh flowers for tho
study table every day. Marian sat up
lato nights To iron and mend table linen
so that tho good man might have clean
napkin every day, and 10 darn hie stocS
ings 50 that you could no4 tell mended
pieces frsn the whole. and tho little
widow hersAlf exhausted every culinary
resource 20 humos his dyspepsia and to
contrive dainty dishes out of tho least
possible foundation. To these threo
simple women Rev. Milo MilncT was
like an embodied saint.
And now that Mr.. Miner is safely
gone for the day." said Mira Chipley,
"well clean tho sitting room and whito.
wash tn walls. Run to Uxey's. Maud.
for lunp Of unslaoked lime; and-oh.
by the way, bring some cornmeal, dean
Wcil Lave hasty pudding fos dinner
and ec, ~ the kitchen tabba Some
hasty padding and milk viii do for as
women
"Of course II will DO. mamma said
Maud.
II Just like pudding and milk~ cried
Marian. jumping gleefully up and down
"and. although Mr.. Miner is such Q
dear, good man. yet 1t Is sort OF relief
TO have him gone once In awhile. 30 that
we can clean house and cat hasty pod
ding and milk. On, Maudr che whis-
pered 10 her nstLetic sister. as Mrs.
Chipley went out TO hang tho big kettle
over the fro, "rvo such an idea m my
headl II you'll only get a little grass
green paint, ready mixed, when you are
NJ Dixey's. and medium sized brushr
Green paint, Marian! What for7
"Hushl don't let mamma heari I'm
so'tired Of hearing this called the house
with the blue door
Maud obeyed. Although tho elder IN
point Of years, she had long been sccus-
toned 10 be domineered over by pretty,
positive Marian.
But it Is the strangest thing,
Marian she said, as fifteen or twenty
minutco later she handed over o mys-
terious tin con and an oblong paper par
Gel 10 her sister; Joe Dean Is out now
painting hts door blue"
TASTES differ" said Marian. shfug-
ging her shoulders. now invested ip q
proternaturally shabby old calico gown,
suitable only 10 the EXTREMIST exigen-
cics Of housecleaning time.
| "Bluc Is lovely color, bat as applied
to house door I am heartily sick Of it,
Joo Dean has no more taste than New
foundland dog"
Tho Deans are expecting city com
pany TO luncheon" said Maud "The,
sent TO borrow the butterfly china plate.
this morning"
1T must bo nioo to have city oom
pany," sighed Marian.
"Oh, but to think Of tho work Of itr
said Maud, lifting both her hands.
Mrs. Chipley camo In at that moment
also clad in what Marian called ne,
"scrubbing regimentals," and wearing
an olive silk handkerchief tied around
her still bright and glossy hair, and thu
three set themselves determinedly tc
| work.
| Rev. Milo Miner, on reaching thu
railway station, received telegram
that his friend, Professor Klingenburg
could not possibly meet him that day.
"Very good" said Mr.. Miner, "Il
just step back home and get mouthfu
Of luncheon. and then I'll go to look ovei
those ancient manuscripts with Dr.
Hodges. He has been urging me 10 Dc
so for somo timo past. and I may nevel
have a better opportunity than this"
Mr.. Miner tucked the umbrella under
his arm, tipped his black, wide trimmed
hat over his eyes and set of on a swift,
swinging stride back 10 Simpson terrace
Tho blue door stood wide open. SO he
walked in without the least ceremony.
Fresh paintp he said TO himself, ele.
vating his thin nostrils. IF there's any.
thing on the faco of the earth detest il
IL fresh paint. And Two got II all ovcl
the skirts OF my best coat too! Wher,
is Mrs. Chipleyf What has become OF
the girlsS Nobody ever seems TO be IL
the way when they're wanted. But
fortunately, here's luncheon read,
spread. wonder now how 10 hap
pcned. How could they know l wa.
coming back. Cold roast grouse, with
current jolly-chickcn salad, pickle,
oysters-really, now, this he somethin,
quito beyond the ordinary run q on
bills of farer
Tho pastor sot down and ate with M
excellent appetite. HO made o big hol
IN tho chicken salad mound; no pickle,
the bones Of crisp. brown grouse wit
genuine satisfaction; be buttered a fiak
biscuit and added to It's flavor by severa
spoonfuls OF amber ounce preserve.
can the same" said he 10 himself, n
he wiped his mouth with damask nar
kin and rose from HIS chair, with al.
other glance ut the vegetable shape,
wstch, "this sort Of thing y quite be
yond Mre Chipley's means though
she had better scnso. | must re,lll,