Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1890-09-27
on HOUSEHOLD NOTICES.
ouestIon Discussed by the Frequent-
1he rrs of a Darkroom.

0ueaflOn DhSSuSSNN ~ SAAO AAO4NOhs-
Inv ers of Darkroom.
,,Jrta be YOU a-takin' to putin up
49,, there mottors?" inquired the man
~ never went home, cycling the spat-
'rork sign. peace and Prosperity"
~bicb Mr. Hyke had newly hung behind
the bar
oval. now, it's amazin' how fashions
,,iIl cit holdl They amt house you
70 into. nor a store, neither, but what
the Golden Rule or the Commandments
is starin' you in the face from some
where's Are the community Twin up
10 em any bettern they used to, think?
It seems to me, Hyke, more like they're
kinder sneakin' out of it in this way,
like the Teller that writ his pra'rs onto
a single SOS he could point to 'em cold
nights, n say: Them's my sentimentsr
instid of gittin' to his knees. I've
noticed the more people amt livin'
M to motor, the more it's
bound to be stuck up over their
chimbly-piece. When you go into a
house, n set down n read: God Bless
Our Homer you kin take big odds it's as
pau III uttu vi DlCoolh dS IL ever Dlu OF
white-washin'. N Love Yer Enc
,miesr Why, bless We, old Squire Skin
nam, he's got one of 'em up over his
Nritin' desk, n five lawsuits a-goin' on
with his neighbors. Love Yer Enc
lm;es!' My goodness! that do seem the
onlikeliest of EN- all; now. don't it? If
the motor said: Leave Your Enemies
Live; Don't Take EN- By The Neck n
Choke The Life Out of Emf you mought
say that were bad enough to tackle; but
love 'em? We find it blame hard enough
to love our near relations. / don't see
where our enemies is goin' to git the
ghost of show. m Peace n Pros
perityr hangin' behind bar counter!
Amt that redeck'lous? Still, it got
more biziness hangin' behind the bar,
that's so, than 1t hev in front of it. If
there's any peace N prosperity goin',
they amt lavishin' themselves on the
fellers in front The man benin hes
got the best look out, in that direction. ~
well, now, you bin standin' up to
that bar, off n on, good many years"
retorted Hyke, in an injured tone. 81
don't see as Peace n Prosperity has
neglected you so awful bad"
Were it standin' up to the bar that
fetched 'em-think? Why, man, the
two dollars. or four, or ten, or whatever
it mought be, that are comm to me
every week from the business my wife
attends to, n that l kin spend as
please, would frequentin' here ever
brung it into my pocket? 1t fetch it out
fast enough, as my wife often say to me-
If the females of this town. she otter
make the remark, were wimmin sect
rs wimmin were intend to be, thai
Teller Hyke, n others resemblin' him.
would be heaved in duck ponds
m rid on rails It's aston
ishin' what sound Judgment my wife
kin sometimes express! I'm jest a.
thinkin' if she could on'y see that sign
up there: Peace n Prosperity blame
to gracious if l don't think she grab
onto the poker n ornament that mot
tor"
But voice from the porch, convey
ing the intelligence that Joe Barnes
team WAS comm down the road-them
team he blew about, Saturday-caused
the man who never went home to leave
unfinished his chapter on notices, and
proceed leisurely to the door, where he
leaned to view the approaching quad
rupeds with the air of critic who is
disposed to be lenient, but who fears
that conscience will compel him to be
eNsS-Mad cline S. Bridges, in Puck.