The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1898-10-14

dressing-room for the lady, who re-
tired to her bower as damp as Undine,
! and as gay, but to modern Hildebrand
more enhancing because so entirely
human.
Meantime, in the mems part of the
cabin a most distressing complication
was waxing to crisis. Mike was cook
ing supper. sitting on his heels in front
of the mud hearth. with his old hat on
his head. taking it off occasionally to
use it as holder, in shifting his sauce
pans over the Goals. Darcie was laying
the table in high ecstasy. brought to
earth only by the discovery that there
was no more butter. and by renewed
sense of the deplorable state of the
Black Dwarf's table service, the dingi-
ness of it's tin-plate. and the grittiness
of it's cutlery. Manager Bingham, that
great parsonage, dressed partly in his
own clothes. partly in the lendings Of
his hosts. was lapsing deeper and deep
er. in his chair by the fire. into state
of semi-obliviousness from fatigue
and other causes.
Mike looked at him critically, and
listened to his remarks, which were in
frequent and far from lucid; but he
kept his suspicious to himself for the
present. and went on with his cooking.
Mike" asked Darcie. who was full of
his own share in the entertainment,
where is the cup and saucer?"
1.-THE which?' said Mike.
"The china cup and saucer that I
bought at the hospital fair. You needn't
ask which when there never was but
one. Where have you hid the pieces?''
''Wisha. don't bother me wild your
cups and saucers. I've me bacon to fry,
and the rain is peltin' down the chimbly
in me pan. and it's shpittin' fat Ike
blazes upon the lady's habit-skirt.
Take hould. and set back the chair a
Bit
You are the worst old duffer of a
cook!" groaned Darcie, scolding Mike
softly. on account of the neighboring
guest. "You have sliced the bacon as if
it was ham. Go hang yourself up some
where out of the way! Find me that
cup and saucer!"
IF it's for herself"-Mike glanced
toward the screen of blankets-'she'n
have to dhrink her coffee out av tin. or
Fave it alone. God bless her! The sau-
GERS broke-it's the trut' I'm tellin' We
and the cup. barrin' the han'le. yen
find in the chink at the left av the
chimbly; it's got me boot-grease in it,
1T would be money in my pocket if
you'd never been born.". Darcie in
formed his senior partner, for the hun
dredth time that summer; and Mike
duly responded: Faith. an it would
in me own! And fwhat's the matter wild
tin. that she cannot put her lips to il? p
he demonstrated. Tin is wan av the
precious metals. these days; there's a
howlin' duty on it. A poor mans dead
bruk if he buys four.bit dinner-pail
to pack his cowld vittles in. Mabby this
cup, now, is made av that Amerrykin
tin they do be BLOWN about" He took
murky tin cup from the table. and
polished it on the leg of his trousers.
THE world knows it's cost it's weight
in gold to produce it. and who wouldn't
be proud to drink out av It'll"
"Oh, stow your tin-horn racket"
Darcie requested. "Save it for election:
keep it for the man in tin hat. Don't
waste it on British free trader, who
hasn't got vote"
But now the drowsiness of Mr.. Bing-
ham was invading his whole system
and becoming progressive and alarm
ing. Darcie studied him anxiously.
and thought that he recognized the
symptoms; Mike said that he "smelt
it on him when first he come into the
| ROOM"
Hes exceeded himself, and l hear
it's habit he has. He's TUX wan too
many. or maybe more than wan too
many. to counterac' the victim he got;
it's risin' on him. like yeast-powdher.
wild the hate av the ROOM"
How's he going to get homer" was
the next question, and = very. serious
one. in view Of the daughter.
Hell not get home the night. unless
he's fetched" said Nike
We'll. you needn't give it all away
to her. in that stage-ghost whisper Of
yours" admonished parcie.