Owyhee bullion. [volume] (Silver City, I.T. [Idaho]) 1866-1867, 1867-10-03
NO. A..

swept out OF LHe mouse.
Keith returned to the kitchen, little
crest.fallen, for Mrs. Nudge was lady
before whom he desired to appear partic.
ularly we'll.
There was tremendous cracking in
the oven. He thought of his pudding
and Looked in. The burnt rice had hop
ped all over the oven, the basin bad mel
ted apart, and the pudding was not dono.
He shut the door upon the ruins 10 dis
gust, anu looked after his potatoes to find
them b1iled to a perfect jelly.
Just as he had made this discovery
there was sharp peal at the door bell.
Creation there's that abominable bell
again. | wish folks would stay at home.
After to-day I'll lock the doors and
cut all the bell wires
At the door he found Mr.. and DIrs.
Fidget and their children.
My dear Mr.. Keith, how do you do7'
cried Mrs. Fidget. We were in town
and thought we'd just step into dinner.
Where is Mrs. Keith?'
She's gone away said Mr.. Keith rue
fully. wondering what he should feed
them on. walk in, do, l am house.
keeper to day
Yes, so l should Judge. But of
course you make splendid one. re.
member you used to frequently tell Mrs.
Keith and myself how very easy house,
keeping must be, II. must be mere play
too. Don't put yourself out, | beg.
Put myself out, indeed cried Keith,
retreating to the kitchen. Good grs-
cious what shall I do? | would give =
hundred dollars if only Mary was here.
Where shall l begiu?
He drew out the table and set it with
the cloth the very one he had wiped
the dishes on. The task was completed,
he put on some more potatoes and steak;
burned his steak to a cinder, took off his
potatoes when he did his meat, and put
all upon the table. There was loaf of
bakers bread in the cupboard-he para
ded that, and called his guests to dinner.
A qGizzicll smile spread over Mrs.
Fidget's face, at the sight of the repast.
Keith was in cold Precipitation.
MA, my plate is all greasy, and SO is
my knife, cant cat on dirty dishes,
cried little johnny Fidget.
'And my fork is wet all over with wa
ter, that is dripping off the tablecloth;
and my tater amt half biled,' exclaimed
little Jane Fidget
A slight noise in the kitchen drew the
attention Of Mr.. Keith
Jupiter he cried, if Mrs. Fahcrty's
dog amt making off with my steak ?
He jumped from the table, and started
in hot pursuit. The dog made the best
of it. Keiih's unaccustomed attire was
sad drawback, and be made but little
Roadway.
Kill him -" he yelled to the crowd
that joined in the pursuit. Il will give
fifteen dollars for his hide
Mrs. Flaherty herself appeared upon
the scene, with a skillet Of hot water.
Tech him, if yez dare! III break the
bones of every mgtoer's son of yez! stand
from frninst, or Yell rue the dayp
Keith took step forward, stepped on
the skirt of his dress, and pitched head
first into wine cellar, where a half a
dozen men were playing cards
The devil in petticoats !. exclaimed
one gamester, and the place was emptied
quicker than wink. The police picked
up Mr. Keith considerably bruised, and
carried him home. His company had
taken their departure, and somebody, not
having the fear of the law upon them,
had entered and stolen hundred dollars
worth of property. Mr.. Keith sent the
following note to his wife by the evening
mail l.
DEAR MARY Come home; l give
up beat A woman does have great
deal to do. l confess myself incompe.
tent to manage. Come home, and you
shall have new silk dress, and adaugh-
ter of Erin to divide your labors. Yours,
disconsolately, H. KEITH.