Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1897-02-03

have chicken for dinner
II was pleasant to Sc her little airs
Of position and hospitality. Shall cut
up Jour lettuce for you. Henry she
asked - table
II you want to- answered her hus-
band, = thin. dark man with q rather
discouraged expression \ Wish the
pesky stuff would grow cut up. for ny
pary
They all laughed. Later Oh II the
meal reference vas made 20 something
in the weekly newspaper Emneline
al once Jumped up and brought 1t 70
him
Why didn't you let him go?- asked
Mrs Tucker afferxsrd. She vas think
ing eompiscen1ly. ~Enmeline's got a
good home
well, knew Just where Il was
You don't want 70 do for him In
every single thing. Let him wait On
Jon some. Its Just ss well 10 begin
right"
Emmeline came TO a standstill oppo-
site. Her eyes had q jocose light in
them: her round. good-humored face
was Ike Der mothers
Now, ma, I'd 1ust like 10 know bow
much more do than you've been doing
for pa as far back as can remember"
Well. maybe So said Mrs Tucker.
surprised. The matter lad never been
50 forcibly presented 10 her before. On
tsse.r way home that afternoon she
Fought IL over. She had the ability.
rsre In women who lead restricted
lives. TO face situation and sum ii up
from an impersonal point Of view. She
was doing this now.
I What EmmelIne said Was true. All
her married life she had waited on her
husband hand and foot until he had
become SO wonted 10 II as hardly to be
able 10 get along without her help; and
II had been a wonder to her, 10 the in
frequent trips which be made 10 the city
how be managed TO dress himself IN
aided. She had found his belongings
for him and put them away for years,
and he expected il. Did be call she
dropped everything and ran 10 him; II
had been 50 much easier 10 run than 10
tell him what 10 do. She realized now
that 1t was this that kept her always in
hurry. The fuckers always did
take sight OF attention" she thought,
with no sense Of grievance. We'll, he
Is as he is. suppose
Nevertheless, when Mr.. Tucker
stopped on his way out 10 harness the
horse next Sunday, to remark that he
hoped she wasn't going 10 keep him
waiting a whole half-hour again, she
made stand for herself.
I'll be ready soon enough II you
won't call me away from my work"
1T amt that" said Mr. Tucker, In
tone OF conscious superiority: 'it's
something else. l don't know how It's,
but a woman never can get ready TO 80
anywhere without fussin'"
We'll, you look after your own
things today and I'll tend to mine-then
well see
Mr.. Tucker came in and went up
stairs. Presently his voice called:
is the water hotY'
YES" said Mrs. Tucker. rubbing her
spoons with cheerful energy.
There was silence for two or three
minutes, then the voice called again.
little imperatiyely: Il asked you If the
water was hotf'
Hot enough for Shawn; better come
an get IL right or"
Il can't-I amt fixed to-"
You can fix yourself well enough to
come down: there's nobody passin'."
Mr.. Tucker didn't hook exactly fixed"
as be llmped Grossly downstairs In heel
less slippers, with his suspenders dang
ling and his old shirt bullying out al the
back in an extraordinary manner. Il
didn't know you was so put 10 IL Z you
couldn't hand up dipper OF water" he
observed with sarcasm.
We'll, amt goin' to have you tell
me I'm late this time" said his wife.
Soon he called again: "Where'd you
put those socks Of mine, Almiry?"
Just where l told you-righthand
corner of your drawer"
II can't find 'em."
well, you look again an / guess you
will"
Strange sounds arose overhead; SHOW
ing sounds; squeaking. rattling sounds;
a tramping back and forth Over Mrs.
fuckers face stole an irrepressible
smile OF pure enjoyment. Great doin's
goin' on" she said. deity turning over
the dishpan and hanging the towels up
10 dry. Il declare. I'm about through
She entered her room. The bureau
drawer that held Mr.. fuckers linen
had been taken out bodily and dumped
upon the bed; II looked as II a cyclone
had rhiried through It Hanging over
the edge were various nonfescript
bundles. partly unrolled; some eSen
strewed the floor. Mrs Tucker paid
no outward attention, though her or
derby mind was dismayed. She dis
ported herself lelsurely before the glass.
smoothing her hair and pinning her
collar with the utmost nicely. Behind
her stood her husband, lodging his
head from side to side
What Is the matterY'
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