The Vancouver independent. (Vancouver, W.T. [Wash.]) 1875-1910, 1883-10-18
IN THE COUNTRY.

"A country.sest on the Hudson?" said
Nn. Truax. How delightful"
ST knew you would be pleased, my
lpve," said Mr.. Truax, beaming all over.
.But it will be so tedious for you to
ssme up and down by train, my dear"
REed the wife.
SAs if I should mind such trife as
~, when you are satisfied, my dear!'
Nkurped Mr.. Truax.
tTrom which brief dialogue it may
s,sily be inferred that Mr.. and Mrs. Job
Hsrax had only been married a few
Dcnths.
So the young couple went up to live
"iA the country"
~ have always sighed for rural soil.
Ande," said Mrs. Truax, who had packed
sas especial box full of Byron, Browning
sd Swinburne, and had even essayed
~ feeble attempts ut the divine art OF
xAyming herself.
tits the right ticket" said M. Truax,
Who, although not poetical himself, fully
appreciated the rare gift in others.
'1Eothing like raising your own new
Dotatoes and strawberries.
.'Such lovely view of the river!" said
Nrs. Truax. But, Job, dear, there
doesn't seem to be a great many straw
hsnies on the vines"
ssThat is because you don't look in the
xight. places, my love-" said Mr.. Truax.
s4And the agent spoke of such nice
pnaltry yard, and there's only one hen,
6sd by the leg in Q coop!" said Mrs.
Trlax, with troubled air.
~Oh, we'll, I suppose the rest are out
nj pasture" consOled Mr.. Truax, rub
hing his hands.
..And there's piece of the parlor
ceiling down"
"a little plaster will set that all right, "
aid Mr.. Truax.
~And-and l dot see any gas-6x-
Sures," added Mrs. Truax, who was evil
dsatly getting little dispirited.
I'VE don't burn gas in the country
4 her cheerful helpmeet. 1--WE must
sse kerosene OIL"
..And all be blown up" Historically
asped Mrs. Truax, clasping her hands.
"Well, we'll, my dear. I'll order up q
BOX OF paraffine candles tonight"
Don't you think, job" said Mrs.
haax, that this dining room has rather
. nusty smell?"
"want of ventilation, my love-that's
a."
..I-Tm really afraid the house is
aanpr' hesitated the wife.
.1Nonsensel" alertly cried out Mr.. Tru-
n. Damp" How ridiculous! But /
mast make haste, or shall lose the
sain. Let me- see-have got that
nemorandum? Carpet tacks, candles,
exkscrew. three yards of buff hollands.
coffee pot, piece of blue ribbon to
hop back the curtains, pair parian vases,
bottle of sewing machine oil, stove
hacking. I hope there won't be such
n accumulation of parcels every day.
WY, my dear, l shall look like travel
ang peddler."
II forgot to tell you about a bottle of
violet ink, half an ounce Of scarlet
1phyr wool and q yard of canvas,
added Mrs. Truax. You, ii be sure to
usnember them?"
YES, yesr' replied the bridegroom,
1ashing frantically down the lawn, and
selling the stone wall with the agility of
. school boy, as he heard the shrill
whistle of the advancing train.
He caught it, and that's all, Is the con-
1sssor joeosely remarked.
~You're too fat for foot races, old fell
0Ue0IVcu boC AII0vCEOnt OuCAoAs
~u1l end in heart disease If you try too
useh of that little camel"
And Mr.. Truax, a. he sank, purple
fsssd and painting, into the seat, con-
fusnsd within himself that il country life
- Injury, it also had its drawbacks.
nlsanwhile Mrs. Truax was giving
oDaisHcs TO the cook.
.Tn tell 70 what, rua'sm," said Bird
- an arrogant old Irishwoman, with .
psr - hot - her own Worcestershire
80. II don't like the looks Of things
dsun bslow, NO more I don't. Where's
- stationary wash tub? Where's the
- And no water higher than the we'll
- foot Of the garden and the coal and
uooa hsp' down in The barn. II Amt
uhnt I've bssn used 20, ma'am, and it's
- can't put up with"
sYes; bat 1rdgst-
s.An' The door three inches deep in