Watertown leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1909-1911, 1911-04-21
well. Il makes me indignan, to

But wait until I tell you about the
husband experiences she began on
The way she talked sounded kinder
like training a lion or tiger by kind
ness method l seen Mis- Kinney be-
gin to swell and L got right uneasy.
You've saw Mis- Kinney when her
temper has riz. She stood up and
sorter shet that left eye Of bern.
and asked in a pleasant voice:
Did | understand that you was
Miss Bumpas or Mistress Bumpas,
ma'am?'
I am Miss Bumpas,' answered the
lady, with vinegar and persimmons
| mixed in her voice
Well said Mis- Kinney, then |
excuses your remarks. Child, some
I woman have been joking with you
about her men-folks You wasn't
talking about no United States hus-
band at ali: it must a-been some
Chinee man your friend was com.
planning over l was surprised how
mild and patient Mis- Kinney was
handling her remarks
when women are content to sit
with folded hands and let The
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 I 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 |
heard it coming down the street lick
ety-split. Ethel Maud was in the lead,
but the others was close behind. and
the yelling was like what you call it,
cyclone"
ooh, 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 I have had since.
And now I'm worrying cause she Will
think We haven't got a bit OF mar
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.
ic Ir,n
thing on the stove. Set still, honey,
while l bring the beans out here tc
string"
Miss Cynthia sat for a few minutes
in smiling silence, and then there
foated down from the barn a tenor
whistled rendition of an Aida aria.
Miss Cynthia stiffened, rose, and
called a hasty good-by to Miss Selma
Lue, who came to the door to look
up the street after her.
II do wonder why she had to GO
so suddenlike," she said to herself az
she turned again toward the kitchen.
Just then Mr.. Alan entered the back
door with Carrots wriggling in his
hands. He was whimpering bunch
of the exact hue of that part Of the
mother earth Enclosed in the garden
fence.
Lands alive, Mr.. Alan, did Carrots
turn over his box at last?" exclaimed
Miss Selma Lue as she plucked him
by the neck of his apron and set him
down by the sink
HE was squirming over the geogra-
ply Of the garden paths when | hound
him." answered Mr.. Alan with laugh.
Carrots gave one sleepy little purr
and rolled over on the floor for a nap.
well, such time as we have been
a-having!" remarked Miss Selma Lue,
as Mr.. Alan followed her to the front
Of the grocery and they both seated
themselves in reach Of the river
breeze. She began to snap the beans
busily.
II heard about It," answered Mr..
Alan, "and l had a drink of lemon
ade"
THAT bucket saved a-many Of yells
and soothed heap Of pain, answered
Miss Selma Lue with a laugh. But,
dearie me, I wonder if Miss Cynthia
coulder been stung by one of them
yaller-iackets as a reason for leaving
SO sudden! saw one crawling
around the steps a little while ago.
I've just thought Of it." Miss Selma
Lue's hands were idle from anxiety
as she peered up the Hill, with dis
tress in her usually serene eyes.
ono" said Mr. Alan calmly Il don't
think it was a yellow-jacket that
caused her fight. 1t might have been
a gray SERGE" he added under bis
breath.
well, I jest feel too uneasy to rest
calm until find out" said Miss Selma
Lue. "You, Bennie, come here min
ute. l want you" And she hailed
the wounded hero as he struggled up
the road with the empty bucket.
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