The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1918-11-28
Bud and Titles Romance

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teller. They dangled pasteboai
| suitcase apiece in their outside hand
| and she kept looking sorter trustfull
| up at him and he looked down at he
kinda proudly and protectingly, bu
there wasn't anything sinister to tina
: But Sylphie, the hefty waitress, hap
| pened to be out here on the porch wit
me, and right away she whispered ex
citedly that IL was romance.
Sylphie weights along toward thre'
hundred pounds and served her ap
premiership on boarding car for ;
railroad construction gang, and ye
she pets all in fuss over things thai
locke romantic. She was right about
it. though After considerable slut
tering the young man owned up that
his name was Bud Rucker and the
girls Tillie Wrinkle. They were from
over beyond Good Intent, and had elop-
ed with the idy of getting married.
They wanted the use of the parlor
for that purpose. Sylphie immediate
ly took entire charge of the orgy, and
hoorawed me and Bud off to get the
license and the preacher, while she lit
out with Title to do some necessary
shopping.
The boy was full of his subject and
told me about it while we were MAX
ing our rounds. His dad had given
him the south eighty and he could bor-
row the money to build the house.
And he already had tolerably fair
team and so on. He believed though,
that he would have put off his mar
rying until he was little better fix
ed if it wasn't for Tillie. She was a
stepchild and she hadn't been happy.
He was going to take care of her right
or die trying, he said. He figured on
piping water into his house just as
soon as he could and getting one of
those portable electric light plants
and all such as that. He thought a
women needed handy tools as much as
A man did. He'd seen too much the
other way and he didn't think it was
tight. At present all he wanted out
side of the license and the preacher
vas to buy himself red necktie. Til
lie and he were going to take a little
trip and he s'posed he ought
o dress up some. He'd like to buy
ome nice things for Tillie, but she
vas so Independent and wouldn't let
i'm. She was drawing her pig money
ut of the bank to buy her own things
The preacher was out when we call
d at his house and we waited spell
or him and then left word. When
,e got back Sylphie and Tillie were on ;
and. Sylphie was pulling and pick
lg at Title, who was seated on the. 8
dye of chair, as solemn and prim /
S a ramrod, wearing long white (
ell and white gloves. To me she look {
4 perfectly fittin', and Bud seemed to /
link the same. But Sylphie drug me a
IF to one side. .
THAT poor child" she whispered. il
bet she never had powder puff in y
1 her life. And did you see her t
Toes? | tried to have her buy
ylish pair, but she had only her pig v
oney to spend. Fifteen dollars for "
troo-saw! Did you ever hear of the j,
<e? And did you notice her hose?"
"Ma'am?" says |. a
"The cheapest kind of cotton" she
US in horror. "If | couldn't be mar t.
I'd in silk ones III be John Drowned d,
I'd get married at all. But she al
,uld have a new hat and veil and a,
ose white gloves.
"Mebby she don't expect to get mar al
ID very often and wants to make "a
TT of celebration of it," says !.
NONSENSE" says she. "And her
or -chapped till they are w
,cked open. One finger is gone. She
d me-" lii
Well, here came the preacher, and af- =
complimenting us all on the aus he
iousness of the occasion, he hum 81
mined us into the proper attitudes, be
II me and Sylphie standing up with CO
|. Sylphie was shifting. Bud look if
like he was going to be hung and so
$ proud of it, and Tillie, with her pr
eyes was looking up at Bud and TO
ling happily all over her peaked
lie face. 1t looked as if the opera hi.
n was going to be success, but ha
t as the preacher was in the midst co
his few we'll chosen words the door ha
" open and a gent too narrow be- at
xt the eyes and with tushes like ca
vart hog, romped in, followed by ale
lstable Slackputter. an
There she isl There she isl" ne aw
We'd ARREST that girl, Officer
IS a theft Arrest that Teller, too H.,
persuaded her to do iti' nal
lilies white gloves went clawing yoi
Bud until they clutched his Shout bic
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