The searchlight. [volume] (Culbertson, Mont.) 1902-current, 1911-04-14
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husband experiences she began on.
The way she talked sounded kinder
like training a lion or tiger by q kind
ness method. I seen Mis- Kinney be-
gin to swell and I got right uneasy.
| You've saw Mis- Kinney when her
| temper has riz. She stood up and
sorter shet that left eye OF her'n,
and asked in a pleasant voice:
Did | understand that you was
Miss Bumpas or Mistress Bumpas,
I ma'amr
81 am Miss Bumpas.' answered the
lady. with vinegar and persimmons
mixed in her voice.
Well said Mis- Kinney, then I
! excuses your remarks. Child. some
woman have been joking with you
/ about her men-folks. You wasn't
talking about no United States hus-
band at all: It must a-been some
Chinee man your friend was COM
| planning over | was surprised how
mild and patient Mis- Kinney was
handling her remarks.
when women are content to sit
/ WIFI udIuS anu ut
lady got SO far. but Mis- Kinney in
terrupted her in a very unpolite way.
Set with folded hands, she kinder
repeated. dazed-like. Why, make
mine do the work OF four any day. and
IL Mr.. Kinney was to come home and
fine me asserting Cross-handed-'
But here the ruckus began. and
! q he lalr
ety-split. Ethel Maud was in the lead.
but the others was close behind, and
the yelling was like what you call II.
a cyclone"
"Oh. how delicious" gasped Miss
Cynthia as she shook with laughter
at the picture. "What did Miss Bum
pas do?"
Honey. don't know. didn't have
time to see. Mis- Peters says she
didn't wait for the ten-ffty car, but
took to the Hill This is the first
breathing minute have had since.
And now I'm worrying cause she will
think we haven't got bit OF man
ners."
why. you couldn't help they
clone!"
Yes. l know, but you oughter be
thankful fer kindnesses done to you,
whether they are caps that fit or not.
Mis- Kinney was riled and-but It's
easy for me to talk who amt got no
husband to bit and bride like she
recommended and Lands alive!
1t is almost dinner-time and not a
thing on the stove Set still, honey,
while I bring the beans out here to
string"
Miss Cynthia sat for few minutes
in smiling silence. and then there
foated down from the barn a tenor
whistled rendition of an Aida aria,
Miss Cynthia stffened, rose, and
! called a hasty good-by to Miss Selma
| Lue. who came to the door TO look
!. up the street after her.
Il do wonder why she had to &c
so suddenlike," she said to herself as
she turned again toward the kitchen
| Just then Mr.. Alan entered the bach
door with Carrots wriggling in hi!
hands. He was a whimpering bunch
! OF the exact hue of that part OF the
| mother-earth inclosed in the garden
| fence.
| Lands alive, Mr.. Alan, did Carrot!
| turn over his box at last?" exclaimed
| Miss Selma Lue as she plucked hin
| by the neck of his apron and set hin
| down by the sink.
"He was squirming over the geogra
| ply of the garden paths when | foun'
him." answered Mr.. Alan with laugh
Carrots gave one sleepy little pur
and rolled over on the floor for mar
Well. such a time as we have beel
8 a-haying!- remarked Miss Selma Lue
e as Mr.. Alan followed her to the from
t of the grocery and they both seate
II themselves in reach OF the rive
Q breeze. She began to snap the bean
busily.
o II heard about IT," answered MI
IS Alan, land had a drink OF lemon
a ade."
s THAT bucket saved a-many of yell
and soothed heap of pain, "answere
o. Miss Selma Lue with laugh. Blu
70 dearie me. I wonder II Miss Cynthi
lie coulder been stung by one OF ther
!? yaller- Jackets as reason Tor leaVin
IT SO sudden, saw one crawlin
is around the steps little while ag'
II I've Just thought OF It." Miss Selin
* I.ue's hands we're idle from anxiet
IS as she peered up the Hill, with di
W tress in her usually serene eyes.
NO" said Mr.. Alan calmly. Il don
ID think It was yellow-jacket th'
caused her flight. II might have bee
n. a gray serge" he added under h
err breath.
ne We'll, | Jest feel too uneasy to rel
* calm until find out" said Miss Selir
err Lue. "You. Bonnie. come here mi
H. ute. want you" And she halle
I'd the wounded hero as he struggled U
err the road with the empty bucket.
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