The Lamar register., 1892-12-31


napkin and rose from his chair, with
another glance at the vegetable
ed watch; "this sort OF thing Is quite
beyond Mrs. Chipley's means. l
thought she had better sense. ! must
really speak to her about 1t. In the
meantime must make good speed II
expect to have much time at my
friend Hodges place"
Away he trudged, much comforted,
and sustained as regarded his inner
man.
"Joei Joel" shrieked Miss Francesca
Dean, coming into the room lew
minutes later, what have you done!
Eaten up all the company luncheon!
Oh, you greedy"
81 didn't do no such thing shout
ed Joe from an upper room, where ne
was Transforming himself from an
amateur iourneyman painter to a
modern tennis player. what are
you talking aboutg'
"Some one has eaten his fill cried
Miss Francesca. "Just look at the
tablet
Then it's some tramp sneaSed
through the door that | left open TO
dry the paint bawled Joe, smiting
his leg.
And while the Dean family were en-
deavoring to repair the damages the
task of housecleaning went swimming
ly on at the Chipley domicIle, only two
doors away the girls and their mothers
scarcely taking time to sit down and
eat their hasty pudding, which, by
the way, got scorched through Maud
over devotion to putting the chintz
curtains at the pastors study WIN
dows.
But hasten as they would, the new
ly whitewashed walls were scarcely
dry, and the furniture not yet rear
ranged, when dusk descended on the
scene and Rev. Milo Miner came IN.
ooh, take care, Mr.. Milnerl" eN-
claimed Maud; "the door-the paint
is fresh
Mr.. Milner solemnly advanced into
the area OF the lamplight, and twist
ing himself around to set At the skirts
of his coat, eyed them disconsolately.
More paint" said he. Blue
paint!''
.'No," said Marion. ''GrsenI"
The two colors were ludcrously
alike by lamplight. The green might
be mistakenior lively biue-the blue
for a dull green.
Blue" said the pastor, firmly. ''Do
you think haven't the use of my
eyesg"
Green" persisted Marion. II
know. because put it on myself"
at is not well. y said Rev Miner,
for the young to be too positive.
But the truth is truth, said
Maud.
"And while I'm about it," said Mr..
Miner, now thoroughly eSAsperated.
II deem il my duty to demonstrate
with you concerning the eptrayagant
and unwarrnnted style OF diet in
which you indulge during my alb
sence,"
al don't know what you mean"
said Mrs. Chipley, ieebly catching her
breath.
"Hasty pudding and milk can't be
called extravaganza ha. arded Maud.
''Scorched at that" murmur d
Marian.
Roasted grouse and curraut Jelly.
said the pastor. Chicken salad aud
sponge cake and-here again | trust
to the evidence OF my eyesight-All
set out on your old butterfly pattern
china. know because / ate OF OF it
myself. f"
"You-you got into the wrong
house, gasped Maud.
"lt was the house with the blue
door, serenely uttered Mr.. Miller. as
il this were an incontrouertible
argument.
Marian clapped her hands hysterics
ally,
mamma, she cried-"Maud. Mr..
Mlliner was the tramp who ate up
Miss Deans company luncheon. That
was Just what Francesca Dean told
me they had prepared And on our
ouetertiy china, too"
''It was the blue door" F" stubbornly
repeated Mr.. Miner.
But Joe Dean painted their door
blue to-day" exclaimed Marian.
And painted ours green"
The pastor sank Imply into
chair.
Then" he said, 'Tve got green
and blue paint on the skirts of my
coat-and | have made dreadful
blunder in the bargain And | must
go at once and apologize to the Dean
family; but not until you, my kind
friends, have forgiven me for my med
ding interference
Maud, hasty pudding isn't an e1tray-
agance."
Mrs. Chipley and Marian FASTENED
and he went sadly TO make hi. peace
with Miss Francesca Dean.
at is kind o. queer" said Deacon
Philpott, talking the matter over
some days aiterward. The dominic
ha FNIn h al