Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1892-06-23

s(There was no terrace, but the squire
Thought the name sounded sOnorous and
pleasant, so he had christened his five
little cottages Simpson Terrace-O He
boarded with Mrs. Chipley and her two
daughters, Maud and Marian, who felt
it great distinction to be of any serv-
ice, however slight, to the pastor.
Maud gathered fresh flowers for the
study table 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 tell
rnended places from the whole, and the
little widow herself exhausted every
culinary resource to humor his dyspep-
STA, and to contrive dainty dishes out
OF the least possible foundation. To
these three simple women Rev. Milo
Miner was like an embodied saint
% ''And now that Mr.. Miner is safely
gone for the day. said Mrs. Chipley,
we'll clean the sitting-r DOM and white
wash the walls. Run to DiXey's, Maud,
for lump of unslaczed lime, and-oh,
by the way, bring some cornmeal. dear.
Wen have hasty pudding for dinner,
and eat at the kitchen table Hasty
pudding and milk will do for US wom-
en-"
''Of course it will do, mamma said
Maud.
81 just like pudding and milk!'' cried
Marian, jumping gleefully up and down,
land although Mr.. Miner is such a
dear, good man, yet it is sort of relief
to have HIM gone once in awhile, so
that we can clean house and eat hasty
pudding and milk. Oh, Maud!" she
whispered to her aesthetic sister, as
Mrs. Chipley went out to hang the big
kettle over the fire, I've such an idea
in my head! If you'll only get little
grass green paint, ready mixed, when
you are at DiXey's and a medium-sized
brush!''
Green paint, Marian? What for?"
''Hush! don't let mamma hear! I'm
so tired of hearing this called the house
with the blue door,
Maud obeyed; although the elder in
point of years, she had long been ac-
customed to be domineered over by
pretty, positive Marian
''But it is the strangest thing,
Marian she said, as, fifteen or twenty
minutes later, she handed over q mys-
terious tin can and an oblong paper
parcel to her sister: Joe Dean is out,
now, painting his door blue"
Tastes differ,' said Marian, shrug-
ging her shoulders, now invested in a
preternaturally shabby old calico gown,
suitable only to the EXTREMIST exigen-
cies Of housekeeping time
''Blue isa lovely color, but, as applied
to house door, 1 am heartily sick Of
it. Joe Dean has no more taste than a
Newfoundland dog"
THE Deans are expecting city COM
psny to luncheon said Maud. "They
sent to borrow the butterfly china
plates this morning.
''It must be nice to have city COM
'pany,n sighed Marian.
''Oh! but to think of the work Of itl"
said Maud, lifting both her hands
Mrs. Chipley camean at that moment
also clad in what Marian called her
''scrubbing regimeptals," and wearing
an Old olive silk handkerchief tied
around her.still bright and glossy hair,
and the three set themselves deter
miuedly to work.
Rev. Milo Miner, on reaching the
railway station, received a telegram
that his friend, Prof. Knngenburg,
could not possibly meet him that day.
Very good" said Mr.. Miner, "I'll
just step back home and get mouth
full OF luncheon, and then I'll go to
look over those ancient manuscripts
with DIR. Hodges. He has been urging me
to do so for some time past and 1 NAV
never have better opportunity than
this"
Mr. Miner tucked the umbrella under
his arm, tipped his black, wide-rimmed
hat over his eyes, and set off on a swift
. swinging stride back to Simpson Ter
race. The blue door stood wide open.
so he walked in without the least GER
emony.
Fresh paint.'' he said to himself, ell
-evating his thin nostrils. IF there's
Rnything on the face OF the earth de-