The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1894-05-05
TWO PAINTED DOORS

TWO PAINTED DOORS.
Mr.. Miner boarded at Simpson ter
race there was no terrace, but the
squire thought the name sounded So
norous and pleasant, so he had chris
tened his five little cottages Simpsons
terrace'D. He boarded with Mrs. Chip
ley and her two daughters, Maud and
Marian, who felt it a great distinction
to be Of any service, however slight, 10
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 stock
ings so that you could not tell mended
pieces 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 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 room and white.
wash the walls. Run to Dixey's, Maud,
for lump Of unslaoked lime; and-oh.
by the way, bring some cornmeal. dear
Wen have hasty pudding for dinner
and eat at the kitchen table. Some
hasty pudding and milk will do for us
women"
"Of course it will do. mamma" said
Maud.
IL just like pudding and milk" cried
Marian, jumping gleefully up and down,
land. although Mr.. Miner is such "a
dear, good man, yet 1t is a sort of relief
TO have him gone once in awhile, so that
we can clean house and eat hasty pud-
ding and milk. Oh, Maudr' she whis-
pered TO her aesthetic sister. as Mrs.
Chipley went out to hang the big kettle
over the fire. 1--WE such an idea in my
headl II you'll only get a little grass
green paint, ready mixed, when you are
at Dixey's, and a medium sized brushr'
"Green paint, Marianl What for2'
"Hushl don't let mamma heart 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 accus.
toned to be domineered over by pretty
positive Marian.
"But 1t is the strangest thing.
Marian" she said, as fifteen or twenty
minutes later she handed over a mys
FERROUS tin can and an oblong paper par
eel 10 her sister; "Joe Dean is out now
painting his door blue"
ttTaofao 1tfrar - aotI Marian uleno,
ging her shoulders. now invested In a
preternaturally shabby old calico gown,
suitable only to the EXTREMIST exigen.
cies of housekeeping time.
"Blue is a lovely color, but as applied
TO house door 1 am heartily sick Of it.
Joe Dean has no more taste than New.
foundland dog"
1.-THE Deans are expecting city com
pany to luncheon" said Maud. They
sent to borrow the butterfly china plate:
this morning"
1T must be nice to have city com
pany," sighed Marian.
"Oh, but to think Of the work of itr
said Maud, lifting both her hands.
Mrs. Chipley came in at that moment
also clad in what Marian called hel
'scrubbing regimentals," and wearing
an olive silk handkerchief tied arount
her still bright and glossy hair, and tn,
three set themselves determinedly L
work.
Rev. Milo Miner, on reaching tn,
railway station, received a Telegram
that his friend, Professor Klingenburg
could not possibly meet him that day.
Very good" said Mr.. Miner, TT
Just step back home and get mouthfu
of luncheon, and then I'll go to look owe
those ancient manuscripts with DIR
Hodges. He has been urging me to d.
so for some time past. and | may neve
have better opportunity than this"
Mr.. Miner tucked the umbrella unde
his arm. tipped his black. wide trimmed
hat over his eyes and set off on n swift
swinging stride back to Simpson terrace
The blue door stood wide open. SO h
walked in without the least ceremony.
Fresh painti' he said 10 himself, ele
waiting his thin nostrils. IF there's any
thing on the face OF the earth detest /
Is fresh paint. And I've got it all owe
the skirts Of my best coat tool Wher
Is Mrs. Chipley? What has become o
the girlsg Nobody ever seems to be 4
the way when they're wanted. But
fortunately, here's luncheon read
spread. | wonder now how 1t har
pened. How could they know | wa,
coming back. Cold roast grouse, wit
I current jelly-chicken salad, pickle,
oysters-really, now. this is something
, quite beyond the ordinary run Of on
bills Of farei''
The pastor sat down and ate with a
!. excellent appetite. he made big hoi
In the chicken salad mound; he pickle
; the bones Of q crisp. brown grouse wit
e genuine satisfaction; he buttered fax
biscuit and added to its flavor by sewers
d, spoonfuls Of amber ounce preserve.
"All the same" said he to himself, a
\ be wiped his mouth with a damask MAJ
! kin and rose from his chair, with al
other glance At the vegetable shape