Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1897-02-03
THE COMEDY OF
MR.. TUCKER.

MAJ
No answer. There was a gentle ciat-
ter OF china In the kitchen and a smell
Of steaming soapsuds.
Ma, say The call came this time
from the head OF the stairs.
well. what Is it:'
Il want my clean shirt
Its right there In Jour drawer. just
where put H."
Il can't find IT,"
Mrs. Tucker wiped her hands hastily
on the towel as she crossed the room.
The stairs were built In the wall and
she laid her hand against II going up;
II was the third time she had been up
stairs that morning
'sThere- she exclaimed triumphantly
In her good hearted tone, dra wing forth
the desired article; Just where / said
twas"
Il thought that was another one" an
Gwered her husband. Amt you most
through? You'll be late"
"No, guess not
II was a sweet Sunday morning In
June and the sunshine struck glints of
gold from the surface OF the grass
blades. The sky was a clear, rain
washed blue; the fragrance Of wild rose
was abroad In the air. Mrs. Tucker
looked ont OF the kitchen door al the
old horse switching his tail ar the gate
He, too, wore Sunday aspect. I'D
like 10 sit down and take II all In" she
thought to herself. ''Theren be the
ride 10 church, anyway"
Presently there came another call
from above. Hurry up. You'll make
me late"
''S'pose So" said Mrs. Tucker silent
ly. now resigned to her fate. 1t seemed
to Almira Tucker at times as IL she
had been ''hurrying up" all her life.
When she went upstairs Mr. Tucker
WAS standing In his shirt sleeves before
the glass. chin out and mouth drawn TO
one side, as he wrestled with his collar
button. She stopped to fasten 1t for
him before sitting down to put on her
shoes. then, standing behind him, she
craned her neck over his shoulder to
see how her back hair looked. He did
not move and she did not seem TO ex-
pect IL.
Il wish you'd fix this tie. Almiry.
can't make 1t come right"
Just minute, Isr'el"
He shifted his position uneasily from
one foot 10 the other. II can't wait all
day"
His wife dropped the just arranged
waves OF her front hair IN disorder. and
tied the necktie There was not a neat
or or more particular" man In town
than Israel Tucker, and she was proud
OF the fact His stiff shirt bosoms never
broke In the wrong place.
I'm be all ready by the time ron get
unhitched," she said. breathlessIy. dart
ing here and there as he put ON his SIM
coat and vest yes. Isrel. I'm COM
ingw she called a few moments later.
"oh. dear, | always get so frustrated.
Well. san put on my gloves Is we 90
along"
"Oh, my! Amt II a pretty dayY' she
exclaimed, now quite serene again.
Don't those daisies look IKE a lot %
children hayjn' partyi See 'em bow
In an dancin'. How pretty pink those
roses aref'
We'll enough" said Mr.. Tucker. in
diligently. The patronizing federation
OF the unimaginative temperament for
what Is beyond its grasp is a secret
spring Of glee TO the humorous mind.
Mrs. Tucker was not definitely con-
scious, however. Of anything unsatisfy-
Ing. She took Isr'el Just g she found
him." After all, they had much in
common.
After church they drove to their mar
red daughters TO dinner Emmeline
lived In the village. Mrs. Tucker al
ways felt this visit to be something of
an event. II was the only day In the
week when she could SIT still In her best
black silk and see someone else fly
around" Emmeline loved to fly around.
She was young and plump and mex
haustible. She rushed up to her mother
as soon as the buggy stopped, and
twitched her collar into shape. Il didn't
want TO tell you In church, but you got
your collar on crooked again. Now,