Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1909-07-31

as completely as did the warm
July sunshine, the peaceful fields
and the twittering birds, that talk
ed drowsily, if cheerfully, from the
caves of the Lubkins' farm house;
ten miles east from Spedinger.
The conclusion of Mr.. Lubkins,
observation was lost in the folds of
the roller towel that always hangs
from the wall to the left of the kit
chen door on the "back stoop" of
the Lubkins' house,
Mrs. Bill Lubkins. who was seat
ed in a cane bottomed rocking
chair and Smelling peas, shifted,
and looked critically at the roller
towel as Mr.. Lubkins, after Wig
orous rubbing, dropped it from his
face.
THAT towel looks as if pirates
had been hopping their faces with
it," she said, caustically.
Gland sakes, Bill, where on earth
did you get that red mud from?
There's no use in telling you that
you onght to wash it from your
face before you hit the towel. l
got tired of telling that to you and
Jed years ago! But there amt any
red dirt down to the pasture; and
that's where you claimed you was
going this morning when | asked
you to hang the clothes line against
to-morrow's washing, Not that it
makes any difference TO me where
you've been; though there's men
that would come back, after loaf
ing away whole morning, with
some decent excuse for their laxi-
ness instead OF fool remark like
"pirates" / suppose you and Jed
, | see him coming by the potato
patch, now-have been over in the
cherry orchard reading fool book
about pirates"
Mr., Lubkins favored his wife
with lofty and patronizing smile,
|, that seemed also to possess some
quality of peculiarly exasperating
power, for Mrs. Lubkins hastily
pushed back her rocking chair at
if to arise therefrom. Whereat the
smile faded from Mr.. Lubkins' lips
as he spoke.
}. That's not the kind of pirates
meant, Sadie" he said, in kindly
but still patronizing tone.
! "The pirates mean is what I've
: got in my pocket right now; and
reckon you'll open your eyes wher
you see them. Won't she jedi
demanded Mr.. Lubkins of his cid
est son, whose shock of red hail
just then appeared above the rail
ing of the kitchen porch.
81 reckon yes" said Jed, laconi
cally. SHOW 'em, dad"
Mr.. Lubkins, with an assumed
air of nonchalance that i'll conceal
ed his swelling triumph, tossed in
. to Mrs. Lubkins' lap sundry tin.
and shiny particles of rock. Mrs
Lubkins, with nervous twist h
her apron, promptly scattered then
over the floor; and Bill and Je'
e Lubkins, with CALCULATIONS Q
i alarm. scrambled on all tours ate
d the glittering pieces.
s "She don't know what's in then
pieces" said Mr.. Lubkins, moodil
"Look here, Sadie; them's the ''p
. rates" was talking about. Their
copper pirates"
HE don't mean pirates ma,
d explained, Jed. tits 'pyrites
y That's what old man Stuckel Gale
'em. Copper pyrites.P
"Whatever you call them, they'l
going to be in the mineral e.
C hibit at the Spokane Intersta
Fair next September" said M
Lubkins. 81 guess Armstrong
- know what they are, all right"
lr "You can bet your life Arm
o.. strong will know. or would, if b
I'd got the chance to see them; whit
ou he WON'T" said Mrs. Lubkins, wi
at emphasis. Nov l know whe
you got that red dirt on your ia