St. Landry clarion. (Opelousas, La.) 1890-1921, 1896-03-14

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! into Number Five when he was a-court-
ing Lois Spring, that lived at Number
| -Four, and scared old Ma'am McNicken
half outen her wits, coming up behind
her when she was a-maRin' fritters
and. kissing her And Mr.. Belts gro
GERS bill was left at Mrs. Hedgey's.
and
Very natural misapprehensions,
said Mr.. Miner. eve are all liable to
make mistakes"
"That's as true as Gospel" said the
| deacon. 'Now you talk about mis-
takes, I remember
"And l." precipitately interrupted
Mr.. Miner, who had wholesome hor-
ror of his deacon's S interminable stories.
''haye been mercifully preserved from
any awkward misunderstanding by
the fact that the door of the domicile
| where [ reside is providentially paint
ed blue"
''Blue's a proper pretty color" said
Deacon Philpott. Speaking about
blue, my daughter, Arethusa, down in
| T1oridy-"
Pray excuse me-" said the pastor,
glancing at his turnip-shaped silver
watch, "but / have barely time to keep
my appointment with Brother Klingen-
burg. Really, had no idea how late
1t was.' And he hurried away.
Mr.. Milner boarded at No. Simpson
terrace, with Mrs. Chipley and her
daughters, Maud and Marian, who felt
| it a great distinction to be of any
service, however slight, to the pastor.
Maud gathered fresh flowers for the
study table; Marian sat up late nights
to iron and mend table linen, SO that he
might have clean napkin every day,
and to darn his stockings, SO that you
could not tell the mended places from
the whole; and the little widow her
self exhausted every culinary resource
to humor his dyspepsia, and to con-
trive dainty dishes out of the least pos
e.sible foundation.
70 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,
wen clean the sitting-room and white
wash the walls. Run to Dixey's, Maud,
for lump of unslaked 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
women"
"Of course it will, mamma" said
Maud.
81 just like pudding and milk!'' cried
Marian, jumping gleefuliy up and
down. sand although Mr.. Miner is
such dear, 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, oh, Maud!" she whis-
pered to her aesthetic elder sister, as
Mrs. Chipley bustled out to hang the
big Kettle over the fire, "I've such an
idea! If you'll only get little grass
green paint, ready mixed, when you
are at Dixey's, and a nedium-sized
brushi"
"Green paint, Marian? What forY
''Hush, don't let mamma hear! I'm
so tired of hearing this called the house
with the blue door!"
Maud obeyed. Although the elder
in years, she had long been accustomed
to be domineered over by pretty, posi-
tive Marian!"
"But it is the strangest thing,
Marian!" she said, as, is or 20 minutes
later, she handed over mysterious
tin can and an oblong paper parcel to
oar+
his door blue!"
Tastes differ" said Marian, shrug-
ging her shoulders, now invested in a
preternaturally shabby old casco
gown, suitable only to the EXTREMIST
exigencies of house-eleaning. Blue
is lovely color, but as applied to a
house door l am heartily sick of it.
Joe Dean has no more taste than a
Newfoundland dog"
1.-THE Deans are expecting city COM
pany to lunch," said Maud. ''They
sent to borrow the butterfly china
plates this morning"
Mrs. Chipley came in at that moment,
also clad in what Marian called her
"scrubbing regimentals, and wearing
an old olive-silk handkerchief tied
around her still bright and glossy hair,
and the three set themselves deter
lninedly to work.
Rev. Milo Miner, on reaching the rail-
way station, received telegram thathis
friend. Prof. Klingenburg, could not
meet him that day.
VERY good,' said Mr.. Miner, I'll
just step back home and geta mouthful
OF lunch, and then I'll go to look over
those ancient manuscripts with DIR.
Hodges
Mr.. Miner tucked his umbrella under
his arm. tipped his black, wide brimnled
hat over his eyes, and set off on a swift,
swinging stride back to Simpson ter-
race.
The blue door stood wide open. lie
walked in without ceremony.
Fresh paint!'' he said to himself,
elevating his thin nostfils. IF there's
anything ON the face of the earth de-
test, it is fresh paint. And I've got ii
all over my best coat, tool Where is.
Mrs. ChipIey? What has become of the
girlse Nobody ever seems to be in the
way when they re wanted. But. fortu-
nately. here's lunch ready spread Cold
roast grouse, with current Jelly, chicken
salad, picked oysters really, now, this
is something quite beyond the ordinary
run of our bills Of fare!
The pastor sat down and ate with 4 d.
excellent appetite. He made a yawning