Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1914-04-11

the others fight eggs. dbl, Cleric
and Bebe all had eggs In their bas-
kets, and they got together as quick
ly as they could In a quiet corner Oh
the graveyard.
Did, was gay; Cherie, hilarious;
and Bebe, clinging to his only nope
that he would not break any eggs.
me first" cried Cherie, and or
fered battle to Did,. The eggs came
together, Cherries broke, and Dldl
put her prize into the grass pesloe
her and offered battle to Bebe. AND
Bebe had to put prize into the
grass beside him. Il didn't want II,
Dieu salt" he reflected sadly, ana
offered battle to Cherie. Cherles
egg cracked sharply. Only one rouna
and Bebe had two eggs TO eat
against his opponents none.
Bad? But it got worse. Every
time he fought eggs with Did, her
egg broke. Round after round, II
was the same thing. The wretcneu
thought that she was doing 1t on pur-
pose wrung his heart. His hand got
shaky, his attacks went wild. Smash
ing into the soft side instead OF
lightly tapping the hard end, as enc
RE always did. And the way those
eggs piled up in the grass beside him.
He had a dozen before Cherie had
two. And who In the world could
eat dozen hard-bo eggs at a
single sitting?
VOLTA. Cherie knew he could do II
and more, too. When the fight was
over he looked at his little pile OF
IS and laughed. He had eaten nothing
since yesterday. What is dozen and
a half eggs to hungry man-even II
they are hard-boiled? He slipped on
the shell and shot an egg into his
mouth.
"Why don't you go to work, Bebe?"
he jeered.
Bebe looked at his pile of 80 and
dropped his chin to his breast.
"Ain't you going eat any eggsT
Didi queried.
81 can't eat all DOSE" he admitted
wretchedly.
"You amt going try?" she inquired
sweetly.
Bebe shook his head. He did not
look at her, neither did he look at
Cherie. He just sat there stubbornly
seeing the thing through. Watching
Cherries hand as it came and went
SO rapidly cutting down that pile Oh
prizes. And Cherie kept popping In
eggs and Growing over his defeated
rival. "And you can't eat t'irty eggs!
Morbleu, could eat SOL"
| Eth bien, maybe he could have eat
en- so If they hadn't been hard-boiled.
But hard-boiled eggs have such knav-
ish trick of multiplying after they are
swallowed. By the time Cherie had
swallowed five eggs he felt like it was
| ten, by the time he had swallowed ten
| he felt like it was 40. And there were
eight more yet. Cherie hesitated. Did,
| looked up. Don't you t'ink you eat
'nough?" she inquired mildly.
mo. Mon Dieu! l eat two dozen
most every day" He got on his feet
and, standing over her, deliberately
forced down the remaining eight Eth
| bien, the last one got as far as his
throat, but could go no farther. Che
rie choked unpardonably, wrapped
himself In his arm and sunk upon
| the nearest grave.
Didi got up without looking at him.
81 t'ink, me, go home now" she
| said, and looked at Bebe.
Bebe jumped up. you want me to
go wit you." he began dazedly.
Want you. Das nice. Amt you
been begging me for six mont's?"
81 fought, me, you said you was
| going to see who eat most"
And you t'ink l want make marry
wit one who eats most? Ha, maybe
you t'ink want make marry wit one
cochon?"
"Didt!"
dbl had the grace to blush at that
cry of incredulous joy. Cherie groan-
ing in the grass heard but could not
help 1t. "Hog!" she called him a
hog. Heaven knows he felt like one,
and a sick hog at that. Oh, If he
only udu d luOuSduu leSS 6SSS lUSlQ6
of him he'd teach Bebe Captain how
to put up job on him.
VOLTA. A customer coming in next
day with something to sell found
Bebe and Cherie down on the floor
together too busy to talk, and he says
they fell out about some cowpeas.
But the sage says he won't have to
wait until Bebe Captain goes to the
courthouse to get their names before
he can tell what the girls name is.
Says dbl kept him awake half the
night sitting in the moonlight sing
| ing.
And. mon ami, If anybody talk to
you about this story and shake the
head and say: "Das amt So" Just
you ask him: you been here?" And
when he say: mo, but been on
Bayou Bienvieu." Then you say: "Ha,
Bayou Bienvieu amt Pointe Coupee."
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