Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1896-04-08

snerous charges when it occurred to him
that Miranda, Mrs. Doogans jointed
doll and the only member of the tribe
that the paterfamilias had any interest
In, was decidedly dirty and must have
a bath right that minute. So off he went
to the laundry with the fated Miranda
under his arm, and getting on chair
which stood conveniently by he laid his
charge carefully ON the bottom of one OF
the washtrays and turned on both fau.
Gets.
As the tub filled he observed that Mi
randa rose ON the waves, and this de.
lighted him very much. "Why, Miriam
da, you can float beautiful" he OBJ
served, "and if you're not 'fraid of get
ting chill I'll show you how to swim. "
Miranda didn't say she was afraid.
but she was beginning to look remarka-
bly, woebegone, especially in the vicinity
of her tiaxeE hair. Her father did not
seem to notice this. however. Tying
one of the girls aprons around his
waist. he rolled up his sleeves and pro-
ceeded to give an object lesson.
"You see, my dear, you just put your
two hands together like this and then
splash 'em out as far as you can, and
then splash 'em together again. Just az
easy as anything when you once get in
to it, and it's lots OF fun too. I"
Evidently Mr.. Doogan thought it was
lots of fun, for he became SO engrossed
in his occupation that he forgot all
about Miranda for quite long time.
Then he saw the meat boy walk down
the path on his way to the kitchen, and
this reminded him about the dinner
which was yet to be prepared.
"Now, Miranda, guess you we had
a long swim enough for today. and I'll
just wash you up quick and go and get
the dinner ready, so that when your ma
comes home she won't have to wait. F"
Accordingly he got a large cake of
brown soap and proceeded to give his
daughter such a cleaning that she would
probably never need another in all her
life. Silence reigned for a few moments,
till he came to wash what used to be
her curls
why, Miranda, l think your hair
must be falling out" he remarked, as
long strands of flax got tangled in his
fingers. II must tell your ma when she
comes home to get you some hair tonic,
and, my dear, you'll look SO nice and
clean that she won't hardly know you. "
Then she was lifted out, and her fond
father commenced to dry her i'll his
apron. The next minute a startled ex
preston came over his face.
"Oh, Miranda, you're peeling aw-
full" he cried. my aprons all pink.
gness I'd better leave You dry i'll the sun
while l go tend to the others, and then
III dress you and p'r'aps your ma won't
notice. You do look very pale, though. !"
he added, as he laid her down on the
chair in the sun and returned to his 9TH
er household cares.
His sleeves felt wet and uncomfort-
able, but soon he forgot everything in
the preparation of the dinner. He
brought out the tea set, and all went
smoothly till he went to make the lem
onade. He looked around for something
to cut the lemon. Mammals scissors
were nowhere i'll sight; all the little tin
knives were broken on it with no avail.
Then he tried his teeth, but the bitter
acid of the skin got down his throat and
into his eyes, and he was forced to aban-
don that method too. At last he be-
thought him of the rusty old kitchen
knife which he carried in his Indian
wars After long struggle and much
loss of juice the feat was at last accom-
plished, but the lemon looked SO jagged
and red and uninviting that it was
doubtful if the operation could be con-
sidered successful.
81 guess that is some of the Indians
blood, " said the cook, not at all disturb
ed. Then one of the apples was cut by
the same means unto little. tiny pieces,
and lump of sugar ground very fine by
the aid of the hero's heels and sprinkled
ON top of the other ingredients.
"There, now that is a very nice pud-
ding, and it's about time Mrs. Doogan
was home" remarked Mrs. Doogan s
other half, testing the cakes and raisins.
"I'll take these children out of bed
first and then I'll go and see if she is all
right. The Indians were all ready to
fight this morning, and they might have
been disappointed about me not coming
and killed her.
The thought did not seem to disturb
Mr.. Doogan in the least. He went on
eating raisins and dressing the dolls
quite upside down in very leisurely
manner.
81 don't see how your mother man
ages these strings and buttons, was the
next uttered reflection as the last means
of fastening the third infants dress flew
off with snap. "Pins are much ham
dier. "
The next minute he would have prob
ably retracted that last statement if his
vocal organs had not been in active
service, for after administering sutfi-
cient quantity of pins to insure its
clothes sticking on, when he went to lay
the doll down, one of the "handy" arti-
cles made a deep red mark the whole
length of his palm.
Several minutes elapsed in which he
was in too great pain to think of any
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