Grand Rapids herald. [volume] (Grand Rapids, Mich.) 1892-1959, 1892-08-17

transforming himself from an amateur
journeyman painter 10 q modern tennis
player. What are you talking aboar"
some one has eaten bis ELI cried
Miss Francesca s.Just look AT the
table,
Then It's some tramp sneaked IN
through the door that left open 70 dry
the paint" bawlsd Joe, smiling his leg.
And while the Dean family were en-
deayorEng TO repair damages the task Of
housecleaning went swimmingly on AZ
the Chipley domicile. only two doors
away, the girls and their mother scarce
" taking time 10 SIT down and eat their
hasty pudding. which, by the way, got
seorched through Nauds oyerdeyotion
20 putting the chintz curtains at tho
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.
ooh, take care, Mr.. Milneri" ex-
claimed Maud, 1.-The door-'.he paint Is
fresh"
Mr. Miner solemnly advanced into
the area of tho lamplight, and twist
ing himself around 10 get at the skirts
OF his coat eyed them disconsoiately.
more paint, said he. BLUE paintw
s.No," said Marion. Green"
The two col0rs were ludlcrously alike
by lamplight. The green might be mis-
taken for lively blue-the blue for
dull green.
.'Blue.' said the pastor firmly. do
you think haven't the use OF my eyes?"
Green" persisted Marian. Il know,
because put it OH myself
1T is not WELL" said Rev. Miner,
''for the young to be too positive
But truth is truth" said Maud.
And while I'm about it" said Mr..
Miner, now thoroughly exasperated, Il
deem it my duty To demonstrate with
You concerning the extravaganza and I'M
warranted style of diet in which you in
dulge during my absencev
Il don't know what you mean, said
Mrs. Chipley. feebly catching her breath.
'.Hasty pudding and milk can't be
CAlit' AoAok0CsA -sAoo1.
'.Scorched at that" murmured Ma
ran.
Roast grouse and currant jelly" said
the pastor. Chicken salad and sponge
cake. And--here again / trust to the
evidence of my eyesight-an set out on
your old butterfly pattern china. 1
know, because ate of it myself"
"You-you got into the wrong house"
gasped Maud.
1T was the house with the blue door,
serenely uttered Mr. Miner, as if this
were an incontrovertible argument.
Marian clapped her hands hyster-
ically.
Mamma" she cried; MAUD. Mr..
Miner was the tramp who ate up Miss
Deans company luncheon. That was
just what Francesca Dean told me they
had prepared! And on our butterfly
china toor'
1T was the house with the blue door,
stubbornly replied Mr.. Miner.
But Joe Dean painted their door blue
todayr' exclaimed Marian. "And
painted ours green"
The pastor sank Imply into chair.
"Then," he said, 1--WE got green and
blue paint both 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 for
given me for my meddling interior
ence."
But really" said mischievous Maud,
"hasty pudding isn't an extravaganza.
Mrs. Chipley and Marian hastened to
deprecate the pastors humility, and he
went sadly to make his peace with Miss
4 Francesca Dean.
1T is kind o queer" said Deacon
Philpott. talking the matter over some
days afterward. Tho dominic, he
| plumb admits that he's sort o absent.
minded. and needs q wife to keep him
straight. And I'll bet even ON pretty
Miss Maud and Francesca Dean"
The deacon. however, was wrong for
once in his life. Pastor Miner did get
married, but it was neither to blue eyed
Francesca nor dark orbed Maud. Like
sensible man he proposed to Widow
Chipley herself, and was accepted al
| once.
But il Mrs. Miner does not object,
he said. with due courtesy, 81 should
like to have the front door painted blue
once more. Home Queen.
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