The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1910-09-04

them togs, thenG' he asked, severely.
Mrs. Mimms tilted her head to one
side and smiled up at her husband a
somewhat shy but coquettish smile. 81
was jest eXpectin' of somebody she
said
"Who?"
~ amt a-sayin' who"
Mr. Mimms's eyes almost bulged
from his head at the unexpected nature
Of this, reply. He set his buckets care
fully down on the ground, that he
might concentrate his attention upon
the matter in hand.
Nina Smoot," he soliliouized, half
aloud. ''She wouIdn t dixie UP so for
them; and the circuitrider ain It due
for two weeks yet. 1t must be Tish
Chapman from over t. the Court
House" Tish Chapman was a first
cousin of his wife's, who had money in
her own right, and of whom Syram
didn It approve because she was too
'dressy' and wasted her money and
put notions into his wife s head.
cts dretful expensive havin' so
much comp my. | wish folks would stay
to home an do their work an mind
their own business" he added
81 never said nothin' bout com
ny" replied Mrs; Mimms, with some
tion that it had been two months since
there had been any one in the house to
a meal. The close ways OF the valley
people often grated on her more gener
Gus spirit,
"Then what arc you a.talltin' about.
woman? Who are you a-lool1in' for7'
demanded Mr. Mimms, In evaporation
| Never mind who. You I'll know in
good time, retorted Mrs Mimms, She
yr1 lnt &C
''make little mysteries with one s hus.
band and she was enjoying herself
| immensely.
Mr.. Mimms picked up the miIk-b buck
cts with violence that sloshed some
of their contents over the legs of his
overalls and strobe away in a high
state of Indignation.
Having strained the milk into the
row of waiting crooks on the porch
table and set it away in the cool spring
| house over the little branch. he washed
his face and hands at the pump and
| flattened his wIry hair in front of the
| little mirror which had reflected the
decorative attempts of Mrs. Mimms-
this last an unusual and wholly unwill-
| ing concession to the expected presence
of Tish Chapman-and responded to his
| wlfe's call TO supper, AS he entered
the kitchen. he looked apprehcnsivelv
| glance behind the door; but there was
no one there save his wife, Hospitality
beaming at him behind the coffee.pot.
and he was too much displeased to ask
further explanation.
VIII YOU have cup Of coffee. Mr.
| Mimms?' asked his wife. in exactly
the same tone that she would have used
to the circuit rider,
"Of course IN have coffee" replied
Mr.. Mlmms. eXaspcrntedly. "Ain't /
ben a-havin' it these forty years7
What ID YOU suppose I'd have2"
| Mrs. Mimms made no direct reply
Let me give YOU n piece of this egg
bread, she said. with sweet cordiality
''lt,s, real good, eff I do say 1T as
shouldn Il. ,;
Again Mr. Mimms caught himself
looking involuntarly around the room
The term egg brcad' was one re.
| served only for company use-the name
batter bread} boing the ordinary ap-
pellation of the delicious mixture Of
corn meal, eggs, soda, and buttermilk,
which formed the main feature of every
valley breakfast and supper.
Gaas, II have some of that, too,
fer change y replied Mr.. Mimms, sar,
castically. "seein as thar ain Il nothin'
else to have, an a man MS is he n
| wrastln with young steers ali the