Bismarck weekly tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1943, 1898-10-07

your listq"
"Oh, yesl That was one Of the first
words I thought OF. There, I've got them
oil written out on that sheet of paper.
Look them over while I see about the tea"
mo; keep your paper. I don't want
30 be bothered"
just then the bell rang, and they wens
Into the dining room. MI. Blimbers ate
eilently for q few minutes and then sud.
denly asked:
"Qot sdieP'"
eyes, I've got die, " his wife replied.
II wonder what senseless thing the
women will get up nextr" Mr.. Blimbers
mumbled as he swallowed a mouthful OF
potato salad. "But I suppose it's we'll
enough to let them give their brains a lit
fle exercise onoe in awhile. They need it,
II they had to do such thinking as the men
must, though, they wouldn't feel like
worrying over these senseless games, I'll
bet. I wish you wouldn't bother me with
any more Of them. I've got other things
10 occupy my mind"
"Oh, well, don't worry about it, then"
said Mrs. Blimbers. "I'm sorryI brought
the matter up, II that's the way you feel
about 1t. But I thought you'd be inter.
ested. Goodness knows you take little
enough interest in me and what I do, and
I"-
"Have you got ire on your lists" MI.
Blimbers interrupted.
"Let me see, u his wife replied as she
unfolded q sheet Of paper and began look
Ing up and down several rows of words.
II don't believe Ihave. It's queer { didn't
think Of that. II I had, I'd have been tied
for the prize"
"Humphl" Mr.. Blimbers ~saroastioally
calculated. ''the only thing that surprises
me is that you women succeeded IL doing
anything at all with such q puzzle or
game or whatever you call it because it
takes some thinking. If I had q chance in
such a contest as that, I'll bet I'd win ev.
cry time. Now don't bother me any more
with this thing. I want to read"
Mrs. Blimbers had some matters to look
after in the kitchen while the girl was
taking things of the table, and Mr.. Blim.
bers went out. to the porch. About five
minutes later he rushed into the hall and
yelled:
"Florencel Ho, Elorenoer"
"What is iti'' Mrs. Blimbers called lack.
"Have you got rider bawled Mr..
| Blimbers.
"Yes," his wife replied.
"Confound these fool women, anyway r.
muttered Mr.. Blimbers as he returned to
the porch and sat down. IT wish their
blamed old games were all in Skaguay.
haven't any time to waste over them, and
I need my energy for more useful things >
Then he began to read. Presently he
came to the word "fre,' - and that remind.
ed him.
"Florenoe," he yelled, SIS chat you in
the parlorp"
"Yes," was the reply.
"Have you got 'fres'"
"'Firef' Let me zee. Yes, I've got
fire."
MI. Blimbers slapped his paper down
upon the floor and took several turns
around the porch to calm himself.
They had been out the night before, and
Mrs. Blimbers was weary, 80 che retired
early and soon fell asleep. She had had
several pleasant dreams when she awoke
and saw that q light was burning In the
dressing room.
Erred" she cried, els that your"
EYES," he replied.
'sWhat time Is itq"
"a little after H."
"Goodnessl Why don't you come h
bedP"
1--we got three more words than yOr
had" he tiumphantly declared as he en-
tered the bedroom, dourishing her list
"But oonfound it, I wish you'd leave you
foolish games behind you when you com,
home from parties hereafterl I ought Il
have been asleep two hours ago. I'll hav
q head on M like q block of wood tomor
row."
She soon fell asleep again, to be rudel,
awakened several hours later.
"Florenoel" said Mr.. Blimbers.
"What is ita" she whispered, thinking
Of burglars and getting ready to duck IN
der the quilts.
"Did you have fad in your lists"
"'FadP' No. You can't get fad out o
the letters In friendship There's no IA
"Of all the fools under the sun, - growl
Cd Mr.. Blimbers as he turned over an,
tried to 60 TO sleep, SO woman that will
work her brain over such an idiotic thin
as that 'friendship' game 10 q little th
worst"
But his wife had relapsed into slumber
and 60 he had the last word.-Clevelan'
Leader.