Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1909-08-05

'PIG'S FACE, IS IT ?' SAID MRS. M'CASKEY,
Lawson We're growing milder. Hand
organs, fountains and penuchle were
playing everywhere.
The windows of Mrs. Murphy's
boarding house We're open. y group
of boarders We're seated on the high
stoop upon round. fiat mats like Ger
man pancakes.
In II of the second floor front Win
dows Mrs. McCaskey awaited her hus-
band. Supper vas cooling on the
table. Its heat went into Mrs. Nc
Caskey.
At o Mr.. McCaskey came. He car
ried his coat on his arm and his pipe
in his teeth, and he apologized for dis
turbing the boarGers on the steps as
he selected spots of stone between
them on which TO set his size 9. width
d.
AS he opened the door of his room
he received Il surprise. Instead OF the
usual stove liza or potato masher for
him to dodge came only words.
Mn, McCaskey reckoned that the be-
ni@n May noon had softened the
breast of hia spouse.
Il heard We came the oral substi-
tutes for k-itclenware. 'Ye can apol-
lygize to riffratf of the streets for
settin' yer unhandy feet on the tails
CT their frockS. but we'd walk on the
neck of yer wife the length of q
c%lothesline without so much as Il Kiss
ME fut.' and I'm sure it's that long
from rubberin' out the windy for We.
and the victuals cold such as there's
money to buy after drinkin' up yer
wages at G~allegher's every Saturday
evenin'. and the gas man here twice
today for his"
"Woman." said Mr.. McCaskey. dash
ing his coat and hat upon a chair. the
noise of ye is an insult to me appetite.
When We run down p%oliteness We take
the mortar from between the bricks of
the foundations of society. IT'S no
more than exercisin' the acrimony of
a gentleman when We ask the dissent
of ladies blockin' the way for steppin'
between them. Will We bring the pigs
face of We u of the windy and see to
the food?"
Mrs. McCaskey arose heavily and
vent to the stove. There was some.
thing in her manner that warned Mr.
McCaskey. When the corners of hel
mouth went down suddenly like 6
barometer it usually foretold a fall Of
crockery and tinware.
Pigs face. is it," said Mrs. Nc
Caskey and hurled a stewpan full Of
bacon and turnips at her lord.
Mr.. McCaskey vas no novice at rep
artee. He knew what should follow
the entree. On the table was q roas
sirloin Of pork garnished with sham
rocks. He retorted with this and drew
the appropriate return of q bread pud
ding in an earthen dish. \ hunk O.
Swiss cheese accurately thrown by
her husband struck Mrs. McCaskey be
low one eye. When she replied will
a well aimed coffeepot full of a hot
black. senifragrant liquid the battle
according to courses, should have end
ed.
But Mr.. McCaskey was no fifty cen
tdDie unoter. Let cheap DOhem1ans
consider coffee the end if they would
Let them make that faux pas. HI
was foxier still. Finger bowls were
not beyond the compass of his expert
ence. They were not to be had in thu
Pension Murphy. but their e~quivalen
was at hand. Triumphantly he sen
the grantteware wash basin at tn
head Of his matrimonial adversary
Mrs. McCaskey lodged in time. Sh'
reached for a 1atiron. with which, a
a sort Of cordial. she hoped to brin,
the astronomical duel to q close. Blu
! loud, waiting scream downstair
caused both her and Mr.. McCaskey t
pause in q sort Of involuntary armis
dee.
On the sidewalk at the corner of tn
house Policeman Cleary was standing