The Mason County journal. [volume] (Shelton, W.T.) 1886-1927, 1890-10-03
ON HOUSEHOLD NOTICES.
The Question Discussed by the Frequent
ers of q Bar-Room.

The Question Discussed by the Frequent-
ers of Darkroom.
"Hyke, be you a-takin' to putin up
them there mottors?" inquired the man
who never went home, cycling the spat-
ter-work sign, '.Peace and Prosperity"
which Mr.. Hyke had newly hung behind
the bar.
oval, now, it's amazin' how fashions
will git hold! They amt house you
90 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 livin' up
to 'em any bettern they used to, think?
1t 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
q single SOS he could point to 'em cold
nights, n say: 'Them's my sentiments!'
instid of gittin' to his knees. I've
noticed the more people amt livin'
up to motor, the more it's
bound to be stuck up over their
chimbly- piece. When you go into q
house, N set down n read: God Bless
Our Home! you kin take big odds it's as
bad in need of blessin' as it ever bin of
white-washin'. N Love Yer Enc
mics" Why, bless We, old Squire Skin
nam, he's got one of 'em up over his
writin' desk, m five lawsuits a-goin' on
with his neighbors Love Yer Enc
mies!' My goodness! that do seem the
onlikeliest of 'em 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 a show. m Peace n Pros
perityr hangin' behind bar counterl
Amt that redeck'lous? Still, it got
more dizziness hangin' behind the bar,
that's so. than it 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
1t mought be, that are comm to me
every week from the business my wife
attends to, m that / kin spend as
please, would frequentin' here ever
brung it into my pocket? It fetch it out,
fast enough, as my wife often say to me.
If the females of this town. she often
make the remark, were wimmin sech
as wimmin were intend to be, that
Teller Hyke, n others resemblin' him,
would be heaved in duck ponds
n 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 m Prosperity blame
to gracious if 1 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 a critic who is
disposed to be lenient, but who fears
that conscience will compel him to be
;ust.-Madeline S. Bridges. in Puck