Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1896-07-08

ural as life.
what do you want of such blamed
pictures as thatY" said Blewtt from the
lounge. why don't you go down to
Takem's at Albany and get photo
graphs|
photographs" said the whole fam
lily. What funny names he gets off in
his crazy fancy"
Blewitt was too weak to argue, and
he seemed to be somewhat out of SYM
pathy or knowledge with all mankind,
so he just lay still and watched the girls
get supper He noticed the fireboard
was down and a fire was built in the
fireplace. A kettle was on the hearth
and was covered with live Goals. Soon
he saw the girls take out of the kettle
some nice biscuits and he meekly said:
"Why don't you use the cook stoveT'
poor pa" said Angelina, how he
wanders. Cook stove! Wonder what
he meansW
Blewltt closed his eyes and thought.
Bayley, his new neighbor, was a man
he could trust-that Is, in anything but
money matters He knew Bayley was
badly In debt, but he was good fellow;
SO he called his wife up and told her to
send for him.
"Why, you know" said Mrs. Blewitt,
"Bayley has been In Jail for debt for the
last ten years"
n-jail-for-debt," said Blewitt;
there we are again. have been trans
planted. give up; but say, here Is 2
cents. You send letter down to
Brother John, and he will be up here In
a day or two"
"Why, husband, the mail goes only
once week, and then he will be three
days coming up on the stage, and fur
thermore, 1t will cost shilling-12
cents-to send letter to Albany"
Say said Blewitt, lust bury me,
will you? l don't belong to this cen
fury. Stage coaches, II cents postage!
Telegraph him, then"
There goes another new word" said
his wife In solemn voice, and she wet
ted cloth and laid 1t on his forehead,
as she repeated to herself, Telegraph;
what funny wordW
Blewitt was in despair. Could 1t be
that all the common things Of life were
to him dream? Had he ever ridden on
the cars? Did he ever own moving
machine? Was there ever a telegraph
pole in front of his house? He turned
his eye and looked out. He only saw
the tall post and the long pole of the
well-sweep. Along the other side of
the road ran a dense forest. lie was
willing to swear that he had once own
ed nice meadow where that wood was.
Backed up against the log fence was an
OK cart with heap as large as young
liberty pole. Down cellar he could hear
the banging of an old-fashloned churn.
He looked up the road to the east and
saw the road was full of great hemlock
and pine stumps, and over 1t the Doctor
was coming on horseback with saddle
bags before him.
Blewitt was man of determine ton,
and he arose from the lounge and went
to the door to consult with his wife.
"Maria," said he, there has been
enough of this foolishness. You stare
III cNCi tnlhS tuih oDout anu 4 tthh
locate myself or seem to fall in with
my surroundings. Now, will you just
answer me one questions"
Certainly l WILL If l understand it,"
said she.
well, then, who Is President of these
ere United States?"
"Why, John Adams, of course" she
said
Blewitt sank down and whispered:
'Then you never heard of Cleveland
swingin' round the circle:"
mo, never" she answered.
"Then, all right. Shoot me or put me
In bag and lay me away in the garnet.
| have got through" said Blewtt, and
he went back to the lounge and fell
asleep.
When he awoke 1t was Sunday morn
ing, and the whole family were stirring
around getting ready for meeting. His
wife, of whom he was somewhat proud,
had put on dress with waist about
nine inches long, and skirt so tight
she could hardly walk, and on her head
such a bonnet! 1t made Blewltt hold
his breath, but he had got through talk
ing. The boys had on suits of full cloth
and short collars seven inches wide.
Blewltt smiled, but said nothing. At
last Mrs. Blewltt came to him and
asked If he was going to church.
Certainly, certainly" said he, ANY
thing to accommodate. Tell one of the
boys to hitch a horse on to the top car
riage."
TOP carriage. There you go again"
"Well, then" roared Blewitt, "hitch
on to the stone boat, hitch on to the on
cart, hitch on to anything. Have 1t
your own way"
"Why, we will go on horseback you
on the saddle, on the pillion behind"
said the wife.
"All right" said Blewitt, and away
they went.
Blewitt made some adverse remarks
about the singing at church, which was
led by deacon with fiddle. The scr
mon was too long, too. 1t lasted two
hours. On his way home from church