The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1896-01-28

postmaster, for he was in a hurry and
had his quarterly statement TO make 70
the government, and two or three were
waiting to get their Christmas packages
TO see how near they sized up in value
with those sent in exchange for same.
The fire also was going out, and the
postmaster wanted 10 slip away and
mash up another panel Of fence to Hndle
it again, and also he lacked about IS. rs
Of making up the governments share of
the quarterly receipts.
Fill cut one o. them applications, !"
he said, chucking the south end of a
starchbOx into the stove and going away
to measure out some kerosene and do up
a four foot candy cane and getting the
favOrs a good deal mixed.
"What day of the month is this,
please?" she asked the postmaster as he
went out on the street TO buy all that
was mortal of pink shote cut V shaped
in the neck
cts the 10th, he painted as he threw
his grewsome burden on the scales and
brushed the cold leaf lard from his Span
ish moss whiskers.
81 want to get this off early" she
said, ''buckoz it's an order for Christ
mas, and 1 would feel like kicking you
full OF holes if you disappointed little
Plantagenet of his sled. "
Eyes, ma am" said the tired post
master, putting the last drop of humid
ity he had Oh a stamp for little colored
girl whose father still thinks he has the
right Of suffrage.
Can you hustle this right through so
there won't be any delay, pleaSe?" she
said, looking at him earnestly and stab
bling her pen into the large Early Rose
potato which stood at the desk for that
purpose and then looking far away like
woman who is about to indorse a check
on the wrong end.
"Waal, l cud go along withe it, of
co'se, if you wuz in right much Of
hurry, but yit it would cost mo- to do
it, says the postmaster, beginning to
cut up the cold and pulseless clay of the
hog and lay the fragments on large
holiday display of ladies and children's
fine white goods.
Don't get fiussy now" said she,
turning around and putting one foot on
a key of nails so that her bicycle pants
could defy the police. Don't you dare
to jerk any thraldom on me. or I'll give
you some talk with the bark ON it.
want you to understand that I've been
emancipated.
"When did that happen?" says the /
postmaster, winking at an old colored (
gent who was worth $1,000 before the
war.
Never you mind when it happened" /
said she, reaching petulantly for her /
and pulling out by mis- /
take small bicycle oil can and little .
stomach pump for initiating a
wheel when it has that tired feeling.
eff l don't hear from this order by re-
in here before the jonquils come again,
and that amt all, birdie. I'll tell you
another thing, too-if you don't quit
wiping your hands on the dome of your
pants, I'll fix it so that you won't sell
much of that there pork. How do you
spell hustler"
eyes, but don't see what that's got
to do with money order" said the
postmaster, scratching his nose on a bar
rel full of brooms, for his hands were
lardy, and his nose itched powerful and
The new woman looked over her work,
At last spelled hustle" as she would
muscle" and smiled at something in
he postscript on the application which
'he had just written and was about 10
mail, when the postmaster returned to
he department, wiped his hands on
New York Tribune and then reminded
Ter that the thing she had just toyed
With was an application, and then he
aid: Madam, if you II excuse the pine
darkness Of a rough old cuss that's ber-
led three (3) women all better and
marter a damsite n what you be, Ill