The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1892-07-06

Number Three, Simpson Terrace.
There was no terrace, but the squire
thought the name sounded sonorous and
pleasant, so he had christened his FIVE
little cottages Simpson Terrace. 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 tho
study table every day; Marian sat up
late nights to iron and mend tah& linen,
SO that the good man might have a
clean napkin every day, and to darn his
/ stockings, so that you could not tell
mended 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 mbodied saint.
And low that Mr. Miner is safely
gone for the day." said Mrs. Chipley,
well clean the sitting-r DOM and white
wash the walls. Run to Dixey's, Maud,
for lump of unslacked lime, and-oh,
by the way, bring some cornmeal, dear.
Well 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.
II just like pudding and milk!' cried
Marian, jumping gleefully up and down,
III -
dear, good man, yet it is a 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 medium-sized
brushr'
Green paint, Marian? What for?''
flush! don't let mamma hearl I'm
SO tired of hearing this called the house
with the blue door"
Maud obeyed; although the elder in
point of years, she he'd long been &C
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 a 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
preternaturally shall by old calico gown,
suitable only to the EXTREMIST exigen-
cies of housekeeping time.
'Blue is a lovely color, but, as applied |
to house door, l am heartily SICK of
it. Toe Dean has no more taste than q
Newfoundland dog"
THE Deans are expecting city COM |
pany to luncheon" said Maud. "They |
sent to borrow the butterfly china
plates this morning"
sit must be nice to have city com
pany," sighed Marian.
''Oh but to think of the work of it," |
said Maud, lifting both her hands.
Mrs. Chipley came in at that moment
also clad in what Marian called her
''scrubbing regirneptals," and wearing
an Cd olive silk handkerchief tied
around her still bright and glossy hair.
and the three set themselves deter
minedly to work.
Rev. Milo Miner, on reaching the
railway station, received a telegram
that his friend, Prof. Klingenburg,
could not possibly meet him that day.
Very good" said Mr.. Miner, "I'l
just step back home and get mouth
full of luncheon, and then I'll go to
look over those ancient manuscripts
with pr. Hodges. He has been urging me
to do SO for some time past, and l may
never have a 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
anything on the face of the earth de-
test, it is fresh paint. And I've got it
all over the skirts of my best coat, tool
Where is Mrs. Chipley? What has be-
come of the girls? 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 I was
coming back. Cold roast grouse, with
currant jelly - chicken salad-pickled
oySters-really, now, this is something
quite beyond the ordinary run of our
bills of fare!''
The pastor sat down and ate with an
EXCELLENT appetite. He made ighole
n the chicken salad mound; he picked
ne bones of crisp, brown grouse with
genuine satisfaction; he butteredo q
iaky biscuit and added to its flavor by
several spoonfulS of amber ounce pre-
,erve.
"All the same" said he to himself, as
lie wiped his mouth with a da mask
napkin, and rose from his char. with
mother glance at the vegetable-shaped
watch; this sort Of thing is quite ba-
-ond Mrs. Chipley's means. thought
he had better sense. | must really
peak to her about ii. In the meantime
must make good speed il expect 20
lave much time at nv friend HODGES