Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1915-06-05
SATISFIED SPARKERs
They Liked Counting Three
Nights a Week Better Than
Marriage.
BY LAWRENCE ALFRED CLAY.

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song of the turtle dove hadn't yet en-
tered his heart. When a young man,
no matter how strong he is, puts in
from fourteen to sixteen hours per
day at farm work he is glad enough
to go to bed and to sleep without
losing time over thoughts of Cupid.
Jason Gills time was coming, how
ever. Indeed, it was to come within
an hour from the time he was found
greasing his boots at the kitchen door
on Sunday morning.
Coin somewhere" queried the
farmer.
Il thought I'd go down to the river
and see If the boys was ketching any
fish,
Then as you have got to go past
Morton's keep your eyes peeled"
For what?"
Her gal Susie got home the other
day. You never saw her. She has
been Twin with her uncle for the last
six months She used to spend half
her time hangin over the gate look
in for agents and peddlers, but mebbe
she has improved
"Well, l shan't bite her." laughed
Jason as he set out; and long enough
before he got there he saw female
figure at the gate
That's probably the GAL" he
unused. IF she's good lookin' I'll look
twice at her as l go past. If she's
sort O. homely I'll just give one glance
out of the corner of my eye."
The girl was looking straight at
him for the last 20 rods, and as he
began to slow down and step softly
she said: Hadn't you better stop and
get acquainted?"
Eyes, guess l will" was the reply.
You are Susie who got home the
other day?"
yep. Father says he has met you,
but mother never has. Why haven't
you been in?"
mo gals here
But there's going to be one here
after this
Then I'll be coming
pa says he thinks your name is
Monson Pill, but isn't sure"
"Oh, thunder Why, it's Jason
Gill;"
That's just pa, all over. l think
the name Jason Gill is one of the
sweetest names l ever heard. l used
to think Claude G'Artagan was a sweet
name, but it sounds mushy beside
yours. Do you like my name?"
81 dote on it."
Then come in and meet mother
and stay to dinner"
Jason didn't go to the river, but the
couple sat on the veranda and talked
the rest of the day. When he was
ready to start for home to do the
milking, he said: Susie, I've been
kinder thinkin'."
kinder what about, Jason?' she
asked.
Hadn't we orter say we was en-
gaged?"
why, yes, l guess So"
And so when Jason went blowing
home to the COWS through the dusty
meadows that lined the highway he
had seen, admired, loved and become
engaged.
And as Susie helped her mother
clear the dishes off the table, accom-
panied by song and whistle, she
felt that the Sirl who never hung over
the front gate was missing golden
opportunities.
Up among the swagger set it would
have taken from six months to year
to accomplish what they had in half
a day, and who could say that one
couple would be any happier than the
other?
The farmers wife saw a different
look about Jason when he got home.
you have seen Susie Morton!"
"You bet!" was the reply.
"And you think she is cute?"
Gutter than small apples"
and" continued the woman, I'll
bet. you fall in love with her in
month"
Say, Mrs. Wilkins, we have been
engaged at least forty minutes."'
When the cows had been MIXED
and the stock fed Jason headed down
the road for Morton's again. He didn't
get sight of Susie, but he felt better
for hanging around the gate for half
an hour.
In the field next day Farmer Will
kins stopped his work to ask:
Jason, why in thunder do you want
to fall in lover
ITO see how it feels
And will you marry?"
Sure pop
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Love and ambition and all that"
The farmer knocked three or four
potato bugs off a vine, and then
looked at Jason. you are about as
big fool as they make emil"
Jason's bedroom window looked to-
ward Morton's and Susie's window
looked out toward wilkins. Each