Elmore bulletin. [volume] (Rocky Bar, Idaho) 1889-1906, 1892-10-02
THE FIRST souALL-
A slight Cnpieasantness which Ares
Between Loving Young Couple.

Between q Loving tounS Nonptes
Mr.. and Mrs. Bolivar Pyke had beef
married about six weeks, and were still
oppresSiyely happy Not a ripple OF dis
cord had stirred the frog pond OF their do
nestle harmony, and their life bad run n
smoothly and mechanically ms Chicago
baseball clubs progress down the tobog
gan slide II there was anything that could
have made Bolivar happier he didn't knoH
What IL was unless possibly, It was II
hear that his tough lcathery, and grasp
ing old uncle in California bad gone t6
the good world. while the addition OF forty
more cupboar,ls and closets 10 the hnE (,
could hardly have added 20 the felicity u
his young wife
This may sound like exaggeration, bi
you have positively no idea how unreasc
ably and abSurtlly happy these two youa,
persons were.
II was an evening IN May--an ordina-
evening 10 May, 1s,0--and the rain hahn
stopped IL was falling rs IL fell in .
seventeenth day OF the second month
the GOOth year OF the life Of one Noah. a..
in sheer despair the signal service m
begun to predict wet weather.
"Buenayista." said Bolivar, looking
stractedly about the room, IF IL w1u.@
be asking too great favor"--
"What il IL. dcarf' asked Mrs PS
tenderly
please try the other knee awhile I
one is getting tired.
"You have never said anything like
/ before, Bolivar" she protested, repro
/ fully Perhaps I'd better go and 81; q
! chair"
Now don't get huffy darling
don't look so pretty when you frown
IL am not frowning, Bolivar"
"You certainly are, Buenayista.
Then / don't look pretty she e..
claimed, bouncing up and seating
ten feet away. "All right, Mr.
You-you you're getting tired of me
wish | was
Now look here, Bucnavista, Do. I 80
foolish There's nothingto quarrel about.
"rm not quarreling. sir I'm not gri !:
TO quarrel, either If there's anything "
that kind done you will be the one wso
does it, Mr.. Pyke.'
IL am glad TO hear 1t, my dear.
"You needn't call me your dear ] IA
not dear 10 you any more"
II thought you said you were not goir ;
TO quarrel
II did. sir. and | am not. In spite II
your conduct. Mr. Pyke. ! am still your
, loving wife.
|, Then, dearest" -
NO, sir, am not your dearest.
well, Bucnnvista, then--if you prefer 1t
If you are still my loving wife, won't yon
please sing something"
D What for, Are you afraid I'll try "a
sit on your knee AGAIN. You needn G. ---
mo, no, BuenavistL | thought IL Nigh:
. clear up the atmosphere OF this room a
: little. That's all
With the aspect OF martyr going cb ser
D fully to the stake Mrs. Pyke went to the
r piano and sat down before it.
i what shall sing3" she asked meekly
"Prrhaps-h'm perhaps it would male
v things seem more cheerful II you shoula
: tackle Home, Sweet Home.
: Mrs. pyke fixed her eyes on u spot neat
the ceiling where the wall paper didn't eN
actly match and walled out tue touching
. melody;
d "'iMid ple-a-a-sures and pa-a-alacc7
tho-o ough, II know well enough. Mr.
l. Pike, you have only asked me to sing TIL,
q 10 make me appear ridiculous, but ] AN
n going to do itl-'we may ro-o-o-am, be i
e-eeye-c-er sol think any man wh'
tries TO make his wife the object OF ridicul,
never, never cared anything for her
% 'hu-u-u-umblc there's no-o-o place like =
: have always done everything could 4
70 make home pl-pl- pleasant, and you--yot
,r know it---'ho-o-ome A cha-aarm from
the sixties seems to'--seems like til
v ghastlicst mnckcry in the world, but yol
~ would hayeit- ha-a-llo-o-ow us the-e-erC
= Which, se-e-eek through the wo-o-o-orld,
" neer me-e-et with elsewhee-ere. lio-o-C
70 ONE, ho-ome. sw'-rll sing 1t through
L. il k-k-kills me-'swe-e-e-eet, swe-e-e-ee
81 home, There's no-o-o place like'--ain'
j. you ashamed Of yourself, Bolivar Pyke, I
sit there pretending you care anythin
r about our home any more, or me either
w -'ho-o-ome. There's 100000 place like
B b. Bolivar, dear, can't Yes. WI
| will-'ho-o-o-om "
= As her quavering voice sounded the las
40 word OF the song manly voice joined i
with deep bnss, her trembling little fit
er gers were gathered In close grasp, he
ne head sank on Bolivars shoulder. and
IN But what business has any outside ba
10 barian to be intruding herei Let Ills retir
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