The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1901-07-04

ot a hyeaa ca1aoI understand this. bss
there a-e others who would even
grleve with ne. Poor Hiram.
Mr.. Bovzer sat down with 4 great
far and signed ard sho9k his head
ard sfrs. Bowser thought il policy .
maintain silence. The car came lack
and tired 70 look solemn. and for fire
minutes the house seemed 70 be desert
ed. Then came a sound that brought
Mr.. Boxser 10 his feet IS II be had
been thrown up by a springboard- and
he raised an arm and hoarsely whis-
pered:
by thunder. but what do you call
thsf.'
II was the strains OF q eddie mkt
door. II squeaked and walled and
squawked As {, was being tuned up to
the key Of q and then started of on
the air Of Buffalo Gals Ike a young
col, gaIIoplng across Its pasture.
~By Join. but think Of IL" gasped
Mr.. Bowser as his eyes began to bulge
out My second cousin dies out in Ne
brasEa- and ! scarcely get word Of il
and ST down TO srieye when a human
hyena mex door starts in 10 work a jig
tune Out Of his old fddle."
"Rut cur grief is our own" replied
Mrs. Bowze-. I'VE can't expect nor
do We ask the world 10 grieye with Us"
Il know that. don't Il Bur the world
has no right 10 play 4 blamed Old fiddle
under ctr pose when we are feeling as
we do tonight. That noise has got TO
STOP
Il think If we go up stairs we shall
0 hear IL"
well neither &c up stairs nor down
cellar. hut stay right here. and that
man win either step thai fiddle or III
stop his wind,"
"Buf you see we cant do anything"
protested Airs. Bowser. with a plead
ing in her tones. a man has a right
to fiddle In his own hoase. Come up
TO my room and let ne read you TO
sleep"
Don't talk nonsense to me. Ny sec
ond cousin dies out in Nebraska. |
come home 10 shed tears 10 his memo
~. As | erieve there suddenly breaks
In on my sad memories the high diddle
diddie notes Of a fiddle as II to mock
me. Tell tie cook TO 20 over there and
warn tIaf iend in hunena form to shut
up or TAXI the consequences"
But she wouldn't 90 on such an er-
rand as that. Please don't let such a
little thing disturb you. He may not
play five minutes longer"
You bet he WON'T exclaimed Mr..
Bowser as be started down the hall.
III go over there and see that he
doesn't. | might stand the yeowling
of eats or the waiiing of a hand organ.
but when n man breaks in on my grief
with the fiddle it is going too far"
Mrs. Bowser begged and pleaded. but
be was firm. lie was so firm that he
didn't wait for his hat. He passed out
doors and through the gates and rang
the bell of the next house. and 1t was
ring"
II want this riot stopped.' said Mr..
Bowser. with his usual promptness.
"W-what rioty' asked the wondering
neighhor.
You are playing Oh a fiddle"
Yes. but | am in my own house. /
think you live next door. don't your
"Exactly. and while | am growing
tonight oyer the death of my second
cousin in Nebraska you are saving
away on n blamed old fiddle. 1t must
be stoppedr
'Oh. 1t must. Well see about that.
What Is your second cousin TO me?
How dare you come here and say |
must do this or that?"
VIII you stop this squawking or
notf' demanded Mr.. Bowser.
"No. ! won't. and you'd better get
back home, | want no old kickers tell
ing me what ! must or must not do"
"Sir. my second cousin out in Ne
b~raska"-
"Durn your second cousin out in Ne
hrassa and you too"
Then Mr.. Bowscr grabbed both man
and fiddle. From her own doors Mrs.