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

which he accordingly did. During the
process of cleaning up several plates
were broken, besides two cups, and last
of all the teapot. which had held the
small amount of lemonade reserved for
Mrs. d.
After that things became monotonous.
He thought Of washing out some clothes,
but then he did not exactly like to open
the laundry door and face Miranda. Not
that he had any certain knowledge she
was hurt only there are those "Strange
forebodings of i'll unseen and that can
not be compassed.
And to these he had probably fallen
victim. He looked out of the window
to see if there were any signs of Mrs.
Doogan. But he had somehow or other
ceased to be anxious for her return. 1t
was rather a relief than otherwise when
she failed to appear on the scene.
Meanwhile Mrs. Doogan had had as
many experiences as could well befall
person of such limited age in such
limited time.
After leaving her spouse. she had
gone to the far end of the yard where
the coal bin stood, and with many Wig
orous efforts, at the cost of several
splinters and bruises, she at last succeed
ed in mounting.
Then she began her speech, but as
there was no one in hearing distance
except the old cat asleep on the fence it
was little tiresome. AT last she grew
impatient and determined to make
convert at any rate. She raised her voice
to its highest pitch and began again:
Ladies and gemplemens, i am
woman's wrights lady, and l has come
here to tell you about woman s suffer-
ing. Womans suffering is one kind Of
woman's wrights, and another kind is
where they has meetings and breaches
and votes. / have tried the suffering
kind, and it amt nice, and it is when
peoples babies is killed and they can't
go to parties, and when people gets
whipped and has to go to sleep in the
dark and ike that.
"Now I'm trying the other kind
and''-
BY this time the windows of two or
three neighboring houses had been
thrown open and several rude little boys
were giggling over the fence, but Mrs.
Doogan was SO much excited she didn't
notice anything till little niger. who
had just come up, called: "Horrey
You 'se gwine ter be fine un if yer
only keeps ON.
The poor little "woman's suffering
lady" flushed red to the very tips of her
small fingers, and her eyes filled up with
modification. TO finish all, in her haste
to get down she forgot all about her
long train. 1t caught ON nail at the
edge of the open hole. and the light of
the new woman was extinguished in the
coal bin.
Her hand got an ugly cut, and there
was great big lump under the crushed
hat, but the thing that hurt her most
was the burst of merriment with which
the audience greeted her fall. She wait
ed down there on the coal for long,
long time till the people in the houses,
guessing her distress, went away, or at
least hid themselves behind the blinds,
and only few of the boys on the fence
were left.
At last they, too, grew tired and went
to hear the organ man around the corner
play Climbing Up the Golden Stairs"
and left the tear stained, aching Mrs.
d. TO the hard task of climbing out un-
seen. Her little head was throbbing
with the pain, but she was too proud to
let her husband see her first defeat, and
when the kitchen girl had bound her
wounds, she started out again.
This time she sought more retired
field in which to pursue her labors and
at last determined to brave the dangers
of the basement where the phantom In
dians dwelt and try to make the squaws
be woman's rights. ="
1t was quite dark down there. and she
was afraid to venture far from the door
or windows on account of spiders and
"p'raps rats and ghosts and things" At
last her eye was caught by an old trunk
of mammals which she knew contained a
lot of party clothes and other things
more interesting than just walking
round and round talking to the Indians,
who were not even civilized enough to
answer her.
This fall was by far greater than the
first. From noble efforts to improve
her sex to the low vanities of gaudy
dress However, Mrs. Doogan didn't
know and rummaged happily in faded
silks, tried on high heeled slippers, yel-
low now with age, and old brocades her
grandmother had worn when Gra-
cious heavens! What Il frightful screech
No wonder. She had come upon fam
lily of mice, and one horrid little one
had fallen up her sleeve. Oh, my, such
cries and means and frenzied screams
as she ran stumbling i'll her fineries till
all the servants in the house, mamma
and Mr.. Doogan and papa, who had just
come in, ran headlong to the cellar,
thinking some one was being killed!
~ warned her not to" walled her
frightened spouse. Il knew the Indians
would be savage when they found l
didn't come and now 1 s'pose they re
cooking her alive.
"Good gracious, pussy, what's up
oSlyaI he>t fool, tl,a