The Weiser signal. [volume] (Weiser, Idaho) 1890-1904, 1900-05-10


Black Dwarf's table service, the dingi-
ness of its tin-plate, and the grittiness
of its cutlery. Manager bingham, that
great parsonage, dressed partly in his
own clothes, partly in the lentlngs of
his hosts, was lapsing deeper and deep
er, in his chair by the fire, into u 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?"
"The which?" said Mike.
1.-THE china cup and saucer that
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 like
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'll
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, yell
find in the chink at the left av the
chiInbly; it's got me boot-grease in it,
ut 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: Earth, an it would
| in me ownl And whats the matter wild
tin, that she cannot put her lips to it?''
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 a four-bit dinner-pail
to pack his cowld vittles in. Mabby this
cup, now, is made av that Amerry kin
tin they do be BLOWN about" He took
a murky tin cup from the table, an6
polished it on the leg of his trousers
THE world knows it's cost its weight
in gold to produce it, and who wouldn't
be proud to dhrink out av it!'
"Oh, stow your tin-horn racket
Darcie requested. "Save it for election
keep it for the man in a tin hat. DON
waste it on a British free trader, wht
hasn't got a vote"
But now the drowsiness of Mr.. Bing
ham was invading lis whole system
and becoming progressive and alarm
ing. Darcie studied him anxiously
and thought that he recognized thu
t on him when first he come into tn
room"
Hes exceeded himself, and I hea
it's habit he has. He's TUX wan to-
many, or maybe more than wan tor
many, to counterac' the victim he got
it's risin' on him, like yeast-powdheI
wild the hate av the room"
"How's he going to get homer" wa
the next question, and very seriou
one, in view of the daughter.
Hell not get home the night. unles
he's fetched" said Mike
well, you needn't give it all ava
to her, in that stage-ghost whisper Q
yours" admonished Darcie.
'Be aisy; she can't hear a wor
: we're sayin', wild the torrent slushi1
down the gulch and the t'under rowlin
/ l niver hard the like O. that in the CO
: de Lanes 1t aquils the boss storrum
5 yen get in the Saw Tooth. Hank now
] The mountains is crackin' their oul
nobs together. Sure it can't hould Ion
: like this"
z 'This is a horrible business, Mix
Help me here; we must move his cha
back into the shadow; he's not prett
s to look at"
3 Hell not look pretty to her whe
E she'll be comm out to her supper
: hoary-headed shpectacle he'll
), We'd best get him into the bed
} wanst"
y ut will be the last of him, Mike,
we do"
e First and last, there's no mo
n power in him. He's shuccumbed to II
: dhrink; and pity form, a man av h
t age, not to know betther how much
n can carry. And cruel shame it is f
o her, alone wild the haste and the tv
: strange men av us for comply. du
g no fwhat will she do wild herself, a
o the night comm on, and five mile
e nasty grade bechune her and Il
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