The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1905-07-13

Mrs. B0Eeer was GUY cruSled anu
turned to her book. Mr.. Bowser reiuc-
tanay acknowledged to himself that
he might have got things 4 trife mix
ed. and he scratched out the incomplete
Ell verse and tried again. He did not
Intend TO give her another chance. but
81 the end of the third line again he
found himself stuck. 1t wouldn't do to
admit II. and 50 he said:
20 many beautiful thoughts come
fIisLing in on me that | hardly know
sshl-h 10 use. Just for the fun Of the
thing .et RE ask how you woGk end
his verse:
II wander alone. with ny soul a. peace;
muse n the trrculert dell:
Ny lubricant soul. like a golden bowl
Il should end It." replied Mrs. Bow
scr, with making deli rhyme with
The bad place"
by thunder, woman, but do you
mean to insult me TO my face?'
"Of course not. You asked me how I
would end 1t, and I told you There are
one or two other things I want to
speak Of. You refer TO a ~.trnculent
DELL Do you mean a peaceful oney
ANY idiot could tell that I do"
We'll. II you will turn to the die
eonary. you will find that ~'t-uculent'
means wild-fierce-savage."
What in the name of seven bobtail-
ed cats do | care for what the diction-
airy says? Was old Webster a poet?
Did he know poetry from pumpkins?'
Perhaps not. Int he tells US how to
pronounce words and gives us the
meaning of them. What 90 yon mean
when you speak OF your lubricant
soul?'"
None of your business"
a lubricant is an oil. you know.
You lubricate the machinery Of a saw
mill. When you rease a bueksaw
with a polk rind you Intricate ii. That
verse would read beautifully as:
IT wander alone. with my soul az peace:
1 muse IN the t~rucuient dell:
Ny lubricant soul. Ike . golden bowl.
1t slips on is way with a yell"
by john" gasped Mr.. Bovser as he
sat and stared at her while the red
finished his face.
IF / am disturbing you l beg par
don." she answered.
by John. by John. but the idea of
your talking TO me Ike that. Am l
awake or dreaming? Woman
Il don't see anything TO set excited
about" she interrupted. Il simply re.
ferred you TO the dictionary I show
you that you had misused a wcrd or
two. II your lubricant soul had gene
into the Burns club 1t might have af-
fected yoT standing there. | should
change 1t to innocent SOUL for you
have an innocent soul. Mr.. Bovser."
Mr.. Bowscr got up and clokcd and
gasped and coughed, but the words he
was fishing for would not conc. The
cat had returned after his victorious
scrap: but, though be offered a fair
mark. he was no kicked at. There was
a long minute Of direst suspense. and
then ar. powser flung himself down
the hail and out Of doors. taking his
two incomplcted verses with him. He
didn't know who to go to. but he was
determined TO find out about that "lu-
bricant soul" Fortune favored him.
He met his coal man almost at the
gate, and, after salutations had passed.
he asked:
Say. Jones. did you ever write any
poetry"
Tons and tons OF 1t, but l never
gave more than 1,800 pounds for n
tea
And you are up on wordg!'
Clear TO the top"
We'll, what is the meaning Of n lu-
bricGnt souli"
"A lubricant soul? That's dead easy.
1t means a soul that has just been
creased up with lard?"
You are ar Internal old liar" shout
ed Mr.. Bowser.
And you are d jackass, Good night"
Half m hoar late. Mrs. BJTser went
to the front window ana san aIr. Bow
scr huddlcd up en- Tie steps. Two Old
trainps stood az the gate looking at him
and wondering whether be Was drunk
o, asleep, hut his lubricant soul needed
them not--heedel not tie March winds,
the cold stone steps, the truculent peo-
Pie who hurried ON their turgid way.
lie had come down with a thud.
NJ. QUAD.