Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1892-12-21

BILL BOWLES ONE ROMANCE.
Bill Boles who has been doomed to live
and die in basement, to tell them ac-
curately. You could tell dude by his
feet He minces along upon his patent
feathers, with "a sort of a half spring and
a half slide. And the tramp, with the
ragged edges of his pants leg, and his
dusty, slompy shoes, occasionally
shufiles along.
"Then there is the giddy young girl
who trips along in her trim slippers,
black hose, and bright colored skirt,
and the dignified matron in black who
struts by slowly and majestically.
There is the shabby genteel gentleman,
with his shoes showing very small
amount of backing used to its utmost,
and his trousers legs beginning to
shine, but brushed neatly. There is
the quick, agile step of the nervous
grain speculator, who dashes by like a
runaway express train. There is the
actor. l know him well. l mean l
know his legs and feet well. He still
carries little of the stage stride with
him and there is something conse-
legs that would never escape Bill
Boles.
81 know the lawyer by his methodi-
cal, logical, and argumentative manner
of using his legs, and the minister by
the long tails of his Prince Albert, that
| can just see, and his manner of carry
ing his hands, piously clasped in front.
The man of business with his plain,
but substantial trousers and his easy
going step | can tell, and the sailor by
his rolling motion and his queer habit
of walking always on the edges of the
sidewalk.
"There is some romance in feet, too,
and if | had time | could tell you a
story or two, where nothing above the
waist plays the least part.
zone day | was sitting here studying
the thousands of feet hurrying by When
suddenly two little bits of feet in the
closest fitting Cinderella slippers, under
gay skirt, stopped in front the win
dow, and opposite them two well-cased
ones in patent leather peeped out
from light trousers. They remained
there, in all sorts of positions, long
enough for me to get well acquainted
with them, and then passed out of sight
together.
"a mash, said l, Bill Boles,' to my
self
"Those two feet appeared together
the next day, passing the window, and
the next, and for months following.
One night it was raining and they
stopped near the window to escape the
wet. | watched them closely. could
tell from the numerous shiftings of
both pair of feet that something i'm
portant was TRANSPORTING, and presently,
the little feet arose on top-toe and the
big feet squirmed for good while.
Engaged with a kiss said l, Bill
Boles, to myself.
"Then l saw them pass every night
after that and very close together.
Then they stopped coming, until one
day they passed in very matter Of
fact way, and no longer so affection
ately close together.
"Married, I'll bet,' said l.
zone night | saw one pair of feet, the
mans, rush by in a great hurry down
the street. 1t was late, and presently,
they came back in the same haste with
two big portly pair of legs and two
great feet beside them.
"'The Doctor, said |.
That was two years ago and | saw
them again this afternoon for the first
time since. There were three pairs of
feet-the big ones of the man, the little
ones of the woman, and between them,
the tiny ones of baby"