The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1892-12-08
TWO PAINTED DOORS.

race. Inere was no terrace, but the
squire thought the name sounded
sonorous and pleasant, so he hac
chrlstened his five cottages ,ssSimpsor
terrace"
He boarded with Mrs. Chipley and
her two daughters, Maud and Marian
who felt it a great distinction to be O.
any service, however slight, to the
pastor.
Maud gathered fresh flowers for the
study table every day; Marian sat ur
late nights to iron and mend table
linen so that the good man might
have clean napkin every day, and
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
dyspepsia and to contrive dainty
dishes out OF the least possible found.
alton. --
"And now that Mr.. Miner is safely
gone for the day." said Mrs. Chipley,
well clean the sitting.room and
whitewash the walls. Run to Dixv's,
Maud, for a lump of unslacked lime.
and-oh, by the way, bring some corn
meal, dear. Well have hasty pud-
ding for dinner, and eat at the Kitchen
table. Hasty pudding and milk
Will do for us women"
OF course it will do, mamma" SAID
= Maud.
81 just like pudding and milkv' cried
Marian, jumping gleefully up and
down, sand although Mr.. Miner is
such a 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
lire. 'Pve such an idea in my head!
lfyou'll only get a little grass-green
paint ready mixed, when you are at
Dlxey's and a mediums sized brush!"
''Green paint, Marian? What ,for?''
"Hush! don't let mamma hear!
pn1aso tired of hearing this called the
house with the blue door"
Maud obeyed. Although the elder
IN point OF years she had long been
accustomed 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 O
mysterious tin can and IAN oblong
paper parcel to her sister: ~"Joe Dean
is now painting his door blue!''
''Tastes differ" said Marian, shrue-
glng her shoulders, now invested in a
preternaturally shabby old calico
gown, suitable only to the EXTREMIST
exigencies of housed cleaning time.
'"The Deans are expecting city COM
pany to luncheon" said Maud. "Thev
sent to borrow the butterfly china
plates this morning"
lit must be nice to have city CON-
pany," sighed Marian.
"Oh! but to think Of the work ofit!"
said Maud, lifting both her hands.
Mrs. Chlpley came in at that mo-
1ment, also clad in what Marian called
her ':scrubbing regimentals, and
wearing an old olive silk hand kerchief
tied around her still bright and glossy
hair, and the three set themselves de-
Rev. Milo Miner, on reaching the
railway station, received a Telegram
that his friend, Prof. >Klingenburc,
could not possibly meet him that
day. >"',''
Every good" said Mr.. Miner: "I'll
just step back home and get a mouth
iul OF luncheon, and then I'll 90 to
look over those religious manuscripts
with Dr. Hodges.
Mr.. Miner tucked the umbrella un-
der his arm, tipped his black, wide
trimmed hat over his eyes, and set off
on swift, swinging stride back to
Simpson terrace. The blue door,stood
wide open. So he walked in without
the least ceremony.
Fresh paint" ne said to himself
lifting his thin nostrils. eff there is
anything on the face of the earth I
detest it is fresh paint. And I've got
1t all over the skirts of my best coat,
too! Where is Mrs. Chipley? What
has become of the girls? Nobody ever
seems to be in the way when they're
wanted"
''But, fortunately, here's luncheon
ready spread. I wonder now how &
NsoPPNAi''N' AAOV COV.lA Cu0y Know
was coming back? Cold roast grouse.
with currant jelly, chicken salad, pick
led oysters; really, now, this is s 8
thing quite beyond our bill of fare. 2 y.
The pastor sat down and ate with
an excellent appetite. EEe made q bio
hole in the chicken salad mound: he
picked the bones of a crisp, brown
goose with a genuine satisfaction; he
1buttered a Maky biscuit and added to
ITS f1ayor 10y several spo0nfuls Of am
her ounce preserve.
: All the same" he said to himself
las tle wiped his mouth with a ID amask
napkin and rose from his ahair. with
another glance at the vegetable. sl,ap-
Cd watch; this sort of thing is quite
beyond Mrs Ghipley's means. I
thought she had better sense. n,1st
really speak to her about it. Ia kha
meantime must make good speed il
! expect TO have much time at snv
friend Hodges place.
Away he trudged, much comfortAd.
and sustained as regarded his inner
man.
! doe! Joej' shriekad Miss Francesca