The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1911-03-10

we're away. All the others ere dead Is
what makes her nervous about these.
Miss Selma Lue was So busy dusuns
| the row of bluing bottles that she
| failed to see the effect of her naive
revelations of the domestic situation
| in the Flarity household. "Flaritys
a mothering sort of a man and he
comes by and gifts the twins after
eight o'clock and takes them home fer
the night and leaves them on the back
steps with the cat when he has to go
on the very early morning runs. | go
out and git them right away as soon
as l can slip on some clothes"
Does Miss Clemmie spend the
night?"
"Oh, no-Mis' Simmons don't bring
her over till after ten. She takes the
ten-forty car into where she washes
dishes fer the Women's Exchange
lunch. She has to stay until almost
shutdown, AMI comes home dead-beat.
l don't want to say anything hard of
Mr.. Simmons, but it do seem he uses
his family keerless like on a good sal
ary."
What" inquired Mr.. Alan from
the doorstep does the brute do?"
We'll, | wouldn't skeercely call him
a brute, thi.,gi," said Miss Selma Lue,
as she shook out her buster and began
on the shelf of canned tongue He
runs a laundry wagon and he says it
is a advertisement fer the house fer
him to be stylish dresser, but | can't
see why the house has to have his
pants pressed every morning and have
him wear purple socks and tan shoes,
when his wife is all drug out with
trying to piece along and keep going.
Sometimes l think it must be vanity
in Mr. Simmons, and vanity in a man
is like turkey gobbler a-strutting in
November"
What about vanity in the ladies,
Miss Selma Lue? You surely don't
approve of that"
Nov, Mr.. Alan, you're mad at
what | said about the men and are
trying to git even with me" And Miss
Selma Lue smiled over her shoulder
like broad beam of sunshine on a
summer morning Don't you know
the Lord wouldn't have gave women
folks shiny curls, cheeks pink like a
peach, fggers plump beautiful and
eyes blue as the wild violets on the
creek, like Miss Cynthie there, lessen
he intended to excuse them some fer
being proud?"
Il don't believe he would quite
stand for that amount of pride and
grudge Mr.. Simmons the purple socks"
murmured Mr.. Alan over his cigar in
careful soto voce, and Immediately
steered Miss Selma Lue off the dis
turbing topic of her friends perfec-
lions.
Anything interesting in the family
histories of the other two soap boxes,
Miss Selma Lue? 1t seems the thing
on the Bluff to know all about your
and my intimacy with your
Riddles grows apace." There was a |
winning wholesomeness in Mr.. Alan's |
voice that struck kindred note in the |
soul of Miss Selma Lue, and she rev
eled in the unbosoming of herself to
him. His dark eyes shone with inter. |
est and his straight mouth had an I'M
expected quirk in the left corner, cas-
lily interpreted as indicative of a sense
of humor.
well, Pattie Tyne, the little one
that can't hardly set up good yet. is
jest SO to speak transient, as her ma
have gone on visit to her sister over
to Union City. After she had got the
other five ready to go, there jest
wasn't nothing to fix Pattie up in fifteen
for visit so she left her with me. l
wash the blue bingham out of nights