Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1900-06-20
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Dip And Ruth Boyden tossed her
gloves on the stand, her hat on the bed.
and her jacket in the big chair Then
she proceeded to give May Gleason an
enthusiastic hug. WHO is itf Tell me
quick"
"Oh, you crazy. 1t isn't always the
same one. This morning It's Tom.'
Tom? Tom whor
tom? Oh, just Tom. Uncle Tom.
If you must have all the particulars
We'll, then, May Gleason, | should
think you would say Uncle Tom. |
think 1t does sound 80 rude and dis
courteous when children fail To give
their relatives their proper title.
There's Joe Kenney always calls his
mother Helen, and his father Joe. I'd
lecture you well if you We're my niece
"Oh, Tom doesn't care"
How do you know he doesn't care?
His feeling might be very much hurt,
and he would not say a word-just
suffer in silence. Old people are very
sensitive"
May giggled. though Ruth couldn't
See thing to laugh at.
Il think just as you do about 1t, and
Pm going to reform. Now what shall
we do? You haven't seen my new idea
FOR sachets. have you? Wait till wipe
my pen and cover the ink, for it's sure
to tip itself over II the cover isn't
screwed on tight"
One morning ter In the season Ruth
Boyden received note from her
friend, which read something like this:
Dear Ruth: Can you come up to tea
tonight! | have just had letter from
Toni mean Uncle Tom-and he is
coming up here for few days before
starting on Il trip West. | should like
to have you meet him, for he is my
dearest relative. Wear your maroon
trimmed with sable, you do look so SUI
perb in that Come early, by 3 o'clock.
SO we can talk Toni mean Uncle
Tom doesn't get here till the six train.
Your most devoted May"
Ruth dressed herself in the maroon
dress, and as she studied the reflection
IN the mirror she hoped he would feel
satisfied with Mays nearest friend. i
must try to be dignltied and quiet. Old
people don't ever like fly-away girls or
course Muy has told him all about me.
| do hope she hasn't overrated me.
She thinks the world of Uncle Tom,
and some way | should like him to be
pleased with me. | am going to carry
nv lace handkerchief that Mrs. Baker
gave me. 1t will make talk, for she
was a returned missionary, and l am
sure there is nothing better than that
work. Almost all old people are inter
ested in that"
"Oh. Ruth, you darling" was Mays
eager greeting. Il am so glad you wore
that. | do think the white yoke and the
fur bands round the neck and wrists do
soften the tints so. Tom"-there was
Il catch in her voice-'l mean Uncle
TOMS such Judge of beauty. But
don't be alarmed; he will like you,
know-and your lace handkerchief, too
Il am honored.'
to talk about you know. Does your
uncle enjoy missionary work.
MAY half snickered and then covered
II with cough, but she FASTENED away
with Ruths wraps; while she was gone
she laughed heartily. Her face when
she re-entered the room. was gravity
itself.
Ruth tried TO find out some OF Uncle
Toms tastes, but May avoided the sub
tect, and Ruth finally decided To trust
to luck to show her what to say and do.
A little past q there was commotion
outside. and from the station cab Uncle
Tom descended. He was welcomed at
the door by Mays mother, and May ex
eused herself to greet him. saying: "Oh,
Ruth. he Is the handsomest dearest
man"
I'm glad to SEE you Tom, and have
a friend here to meet you"
."rhe friendY was the laughing ques-
ton.
THE only" was the reply. 81 predict
you'll say so, too.
Tea was called in few minutes, and
80 Ruth did not meet Uncle Tom till
y
fore she. had berome accustomed, to the
lights or rould think what she 9would
saw May's voice said inf sort of trem-
bling ouayer: Ruth, this is my Uncle,
Mr.. Gordon-Uncle. Tom, you KNOW
Ruth looked. A young, man not over
| 25 stood before her With. right hand
extended. He had the brightest of
- .-.-- a
? laughing blue eyes, and his hair of
brown was SO curly that May Was al
ways threa tening to buy hinr side
combs to keep It in place. He was,
to say thes least, somewhat astonished
at the demeanor OF Mays friend. for
she suddenly collapsed into "a chair,
and laughed, and laughed, and laughed
until tears ran down her face, and May
was fearful of an attack OF Mysteries
Tom turned to May, lis anything the