The Weiser signal. [volume] (Weiser, Idaho) 1890-1904, 1900-05-31

That's sure" Banning gloomily |
agreed. "But we've got to eat; we can't
live on the looks of things. Why should
we be diggin' and sweatin' under
ground, and he be gettin' big money !
for doin'-the LORD knows what. Who |
would these forks and spoons belong
to, I'd like to know, if everybody got
their rightful share?"
Jaw, you men always arg from
your stommicks, as if eatin' and drink
in was all there is to it! How'd you
like to be me, and have to set and cat
all alone. less you eat with the China
man, and have a little stuck-up school
girl tell you: Abby, put on your
apron?' Put on my apron! l guess 1
can dress myself without any advice
from her. You needn't laugh. l tell
you don't want to live in no country
where one woman can tell another
woman to put on her apron. She's had
the cheek to send to New York city for
caps and aprons for me to wear Caps
to cover up my hair, and aprons that
go way round and come down to the
hem of my dress. And if hand her
anything, my hands amt good enough
to pass It with; it's got to be handed on
tray. My hands nor my hair nor my
clothes amt fit to touch any thing she
touches-and she'll eat what that dirty
think nothin' of i'll l wiped my hands
on one of her bedroom towels one day,
and do you think she'd use it after me?
She told me right to my face to put it
in the wash! Yes, sir-she got as red
as beet, and she says: Abby, you
needn't hang it up; you may put it in
the hamper says she. Oh, I'd like to
hamper her!"
"If woman done that thing to me
I'd kiss her or I'd slap her face" said
Banning, seriously. I'D get even with
her somehow. tell you, they're get
tin to be like kings and queens"
well, she didn't queen it over me
much. just threw the towel on the
floor and walked out of the room, and
l hain't ever been in it since. let her
towels alone after that; she can put
'em in the wash herself. I'd just like
her to see Wan sprinklin' them towels
an napkins she wipes her face on
squirtin' water on them out OF his
gums. Mebby she thinks I'm goin' to
stand behind her chair tonight, with
cap on my head and tray in my
hand, waitin' to jump every time she
looks at me. She'd ought to "a brought
her slaveys out here with her."
Don't you worry, girl; there'll be
dinners in this house when you won't
be standin' behind chairs" said Alb
by's prophetic admirer. "As for her,
she won't be here long; the Cor diane
won't be no battle-ground for ladies
this summer"
IF you want to see Mr.. Bingham
you better let me go call him." Abby
advised. 1.-The folks will be comm
pretty SOON"
: II don't want to see him, want t.
see you; but wasn't going to say SC
before that sneaking Chinaman. He
makes out he don't sabe, but he catches
on all the same. How about tonight
Abby? Is everything fixed?"
Hell be there" said Abby.
"And where will Mike McGowan be p
do you most always bring another
man along when you come to see me
What are you goin' to do with him?"
THAT depends. What is it to you
Have you seen himr'
"How should see him? But know
who he is"
"You do? Well, that's more than
do. know what he calls himself"
But don't hurt him. say; and sny
it on your account as much as on his.
IF he gets hurt, it's his own doin's,
Banning reasoned grimly. Hes hat
three days to hunt for a safer place
It's working close now to the time wheI
every man has got to show his colors
who's not for US is against US; the line
is drawn"
The clock struck ten. Faith had lef
the table, and taken refuge in her owl
room from the waxing hilarity. Sh
knew by the bursts of laughter an
i hoarse singing, which sounded near o
distant as the door of the dining-roor
e opened or shut, that her father and hi
b friends were keeping it up as usual
l. The clock licked on in its silver-gil
frame on the tiled chimney-piece. Sh
d was very tired, for she counted b
ii sleepless nights the nights when Wa
# assisted her father to his bed. Sh
y started nervously on hearing KNOCK
IS and then, remembering there was onl
one person in the house who knocke
with that deferential modesty, she said
Come in"
Entered Wan, most respectable Q
yellow house servants, bearing a nes
tray.
"You like some tea, Miss Bingham
Thank you, Wan. Set it here, pleas
That was very good of you"
Tea velly good. You no eat niue