The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1892-08-12

swinging stride back to Simpson terrace.
The blue door stood wide open. So he
. walked in without the least ceremony.
"Fresh painti' he said to himself, ele-
waiting his thin nostrils. "If there's any
thing on the face of the earth detest it
is fresh paint. And I've got it all over
the skirts of my best coat tool Where
is Mrs. Chipley2 What has become Of
the girls2 Nobody ever seems to be in
the way when they're wanted. But,
fortunately, here's luncheon ready
spread. wonder now how it hap
pened. How could they know / was
coming back. Cold roast grouse, with
current jelly-chicken salad, picked
oysters-really, now, this is something
quite beyond the ordinary run of our
bills of farel'
;, The pastor sat down and ate with an
excellent appetite. He made big hole
in the chicken salad mound; no picked
the bones of a crisp, brown grouse with
genuine satisfaction; he buttered flaky
biscuit and added to its flavor by several
spoonfuls Of amber ounce preserve.
"A11 the same" said he to himself, as
he wiped his mouth with damask nap
kin and rose from his chair, with an.
other glance at the vegetable shaped
watch, "this sort of thing il quite be-
yond Mrs. Chipley's means. thought
she had better sense. l must really
speak to her about it. In the meantime
must make good speed if I expect TO
have much time at my friend Hodges
place.
Away he trudged, much comforted
and sustained as regarded his inner man.
Joe! Joel" shrieked Miss Francesca
Dean, coming into the room n few min
utes later, what have you done? Eaten
up all the company luncheon? Oh, you
greedy
81 didn't do no such thing" shouted
Joe from an upper room, where he was
Transforming himself from an amateur
journeyman painter to a modern tennis
player. what are you talking about?"
"Some one has eaten his fillr' cried
Miss Francesca. "Just look at the
tablet"
"Then its some tramp sneaked in
through the door that left open to dry
the paint" bawled Joe, shifting his leg.
And while tho Dean family We're en-
deavoring to repair damages the task of
housekeeping went swimmingly on at
the Chipley domicile, only two doors
away, the girls and their mother scarce
! ly taking time to sit down and eat their
hasty pudding, which, by the way, got
scorched through Mauds oyerdevotion
to putting the chintz curtains at the
pastors study windows.
But hasten as they would, the newly
whitewashed walls were scarcely dry,
and the furniture not yet rearranged,
when dusk descended on the scene and
Rev. Milo Miner came in.
"Oh, take care, Mr.. Milnerp ex-
claimed Maud, 1.-THE door-the paint is
fresh"
Mr.. Miner solemnly advanced into
the area of the lamplight, and twist
ing himself around to get at the skirts
of his coat eyed them disconsolately.
"More paint" said he. "Blue paintr
mo" said Marion. "Green."
The two colors were ludicrously alike
by lamplight. The green might be mis-
taken for lively blue-the blue for a
dull green.
''BlueI" said the pastor firmly. "Do
you think haven't the use of my eyes7"
"Green," persisted Marian. 81 know,
because put it on myself"
at is not well,p said Rev. Miner.
''for the young to be too positive"
"But truth is TRUTH" said Maud.
Sand while I'm about it." said MIR.