Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1890-07-02
AFTER SIX WEEKS.

f.. AFTER SIX WEEKS.
Tho First Unpleas.nrness In the House.
hold of Mr.. and Mrs. Tyke. .,.-..%s
Mr.. and Mrs Bolivar Pyle had been
married about six weeks. and were still
oppressively happy. Not ripple of
discord had stirred the frog-pond of
their domestic harmony, and their life
had run smoothly and unobstructedly.
If there was any thing that could have
made Bolivar happier he didn't know
what it was, unless, possibly, it was to
hear that his tough, leathery and grasp
ing old uncle in California had gone to
the good world; while the addition of
forty more cupboards and closets to the
house could hardly have added to the
felicity Of his young wife.
This may SOUND like exaggeration,
but you have positively no idea how un-
reasonably and aasurdly happy these
two young persons were.
In was an evening in May-an ordi-
nary evening in May, 1s9o-and the
rain hadn't stopped. 1t was falling a.
it feel in the seventeenth day OF the
second month of the six hundredth year
Of the life of one Noah, and in sheer
despair the Signal Service man had be-
gun TO predict wet weather.
"Buenavista," said Bolivar, looking
abstractcdly about the room, ''if it
wouldn't be asking too great favor
What is it, dear?" asked Mrs. Pyke,
tenderly.
Please try the other knee awhile.
! his one is getting tired
You have never said any thing like
that before, Bolivar" she protested, re-
proachfully. "Perhaps, I'd better go
and sit on chair
Now don't get huffy, darling. You
don't look so pretty when you frown."
Il am not frowning, Bolivar"
"You certainly are, Buenavista."
''Then l don't look prettyr' she ex-
claimed, bouncing up and seating her
self ten feet away. "All right, Mr..
Pyke! You-you-you're getting tired
of me. I-1-wish was-''
Now look here, Buenavista, don't be
foolish There's nothing to quarrel
about"
I'm not quarreling, sir! I'm not go
thing of that kind done you will be the
one who does it, Mr.. Pyke."
Il am glad to hear it, my dear"
You needn't call me your dear. I
am not dear to you any more
Il thought you said you were not
going to quarrel
II did sir. and am not In spite OF
your conduct, Mr.. Pyke, am still your
loving wife,
Then, dearest"
NO, sir. am not your dearest"
well. Buenavista, then-if you pre-
fer tiff you are still my loving wife,
won't you please sing something?"
What for? Are you afraid I'll try to
sit on your knee again? You needn't
NO, no, Buenavista. I thought i,
might clear up the atmosphere of this
room a little. That's ALL
With the aspect of martyr going
cheerfully to the stake Mrs Pyke wen,
| to the piano and sat down before it.
What shall l sing?" she ASKED
meekly.
aps-h'm-perhaps it would
make things seem more cheerful it 20.
should tackle Home, Sweet Home"
Mrs Pyke fixed her eyes on spo,
| near the ceiling where the wall-pape,
didn't exactly match and walled out the
touching melody:
mid ple-a-a-sures and pa-a-alaces
tho-o-ugh'-I know we'll enough, Mr.
! Pyke, you have only asked me to sing
| this to make me appear ridiculous, bu1
l am going to do tive may ro-o-o-am
Be it e-e-eve-e-er SOL think any mar
who tries to make his wife the object o.
| ridicule never, never cared any thing
for heT'hu-u-u-mble there's no-o-<
place like'-I have always done every
thing could to make home pi-pl-pleas
ant, and you-you know it-ho-o-ome
| A cha-a-arm from the ski-i-ies seems to
seems like the ghastliesr mockery in
the world, but you would have it-'ha
| a-llo-o-ow US rhe-e-ere, Which se-e-eek
| through the w-o-o-orld is ne'er me-e-e,
with elsewhe-e-ere. Ho-o-o-ome, ho-ome,
| sw'-Tl sing it through if it k-k-kills
| me-'swe-e-e-eet swe-e-e-eet home,
There's no-o-o place like'-ain't you
ashamed of yourself. Bolivar Pyke, tx
sit there pretending you care any thing
about our home any more, or me either:
l-'ho-o-ome, There's 100000 place
like'-B-B-Bolivar, dear, can't! Yes, ]
| will! will!-'ho-o-o-omer"
As her quavering voice sounded the
last word of the song manly voice
joined in with deep bass, her trem.
bling little fingers were gathered in a
close grasp, her head sank on Bolivar's
shoulder, and
But what business has any outside
barbarian to be intruding here? Let Us
retire.-Chicago Tribune.
Living Up to Side Whiskers.
| It is fact that side-whiskered mel
are seldom seen in young and busy
communities. There is a good reason
for it. Side whiskers are expensive
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