Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1896-08-12
A PAIR OF BOOMERS.


in for women's rights If you like, and
you may wear standing collars and
mems waistcoats, but you shall not
wear trousers, even If bicycling does
Justify 1t in your eyes"
''Trousersw cried Louise, Indignantly.
who said anything about trousers?
| was talking about boomers"
Il know you were," said Mr.. Gran
ston, land please don't talk about them
any more. I'm tired of 1t, and | won't
hear 1t mentioned again."
The next morning when Mr.. Cranston
put on his coat to start for his office his
wife called him back and said:
TON, I'll promise you never to men
tion boomers again, but If you ever
change your mind about them please
tell me, for I'm really very anxious to
wear them"
The smile which for twenty four
hours had been absent from Tom Gran
ston's face came again, and he kissed
his wife.
That's a dear good girl, Louise" he
said. II hated to refuse your request,
but really l don't like the idea of your
wearing those things. And now If
there Is anything else you want me to
do for you just name 1t, and I'll do it."
He went away, but returned In mo-
ment and called out
"Oh, Louise, I'm going to dinner Mt
the club tonight, and l want you to
have my dress suit handy when l come
home. Good-by"
"Now, then" said Louise, us she went
upstairs, "Ill see if | can't make Mr..
Tom change his opinion about bloom
ers. That promise of his was the very
thing | wanted"
The hour longed for by both came at
last. Tom entered the house and rushed
to his room to put on his dress suit
"Oh, Tom" Louise called while he
you to redeem your promise of this
morning and do me favor"
"A!l right" he called; "I'll be down
in a minute and I'll keep my promise"
He found his wife sitting on the floor
with dress pattern In front of her and
dress goods scattered all around.
"Well, what's all this?" he asked.
"Are you making rag carpet? What
is it you want me to do for you? If it's
to clean up all this mess here shall re-
fuse, for have some work to do next
week.
NO" she said, laughing, 81 don't
want you to clean up the mess and Pm
,nt Il In
bicycle dress, which l must have early
| tomorrow morning, and l want you to
let me drape the skirt on you SO that 1t
will hang all right"
/ But, Louise" he objected, "I've got
to go out to that dinner at o'clock,
and It's now nearly 7. won't have time.
II can't let it go, for l must have 1t
tomorrow morning" she insisted.
you've promised to do what | asked,
and now when | want you to do little
thing like this you refuse, and l think
it's real mean"
Mrs. Cranston stood up holding pat
tern In one hand and an unfinished
dress In the ether, and looked as
though she were about to burst into
tears
'Oh, come now, Louise" he said, I'M
patiently. Cant you see that your re-
quest is trivial and unreasonable and
l must go to that dinner"
The tears that had seemingly been
held back with such an effort now be-
came visible and rolled down her
cheeks.
Il think it's mean," she sobbed "You
promised to do anything l wanted you
to, and now you won't keep your word.
I've cut up my other dress and the bi-
cycle party is of Just as much import
ance as your old dinner"
Mr.. Cranston looked grave. He did
not want to lose that dinner and he
didn't want to break his promise.
How long will this fitting business
last?' he questioned after several mo-
ments' silence, broken only by the sob
bing of his wife.
about half an hour" she replied
frightening up little.
We'll, then, hurry up" said Grams
ton, throwing off his coat and standing
erect. Bring the thing here"
And so the gown was put on Mr.,
Cranston, and Louise dropped on one
knee and began pinning the draperies
in a hurried manner.
you see, Tom" she said, as she tuck
ed up the first fold and surveyed it
with critical eye, this is of the great
est Importance to me and l know you
will help me out"
"Um," was the only answer her hus-
band made. He was looking straight
at the clock and wondering how it was
that the minute hand was moving so
fast.
He thought that the clock must be out
of order. He pulled out his watch and
saw that the minute hand there moved
with the same railroad speed, and it
was 1880 o'clock.