The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1890-11-05

do let Tom have Renaissance or th'
old days while you are here"
"Well, just as you children say" con
coded the mother-in-law good humor
eddy.
She remained a week at her SON.:
house, during which period of time Ton
was all exultant complacency.
This" said he, sis something like
living. feel myself a boy again when
| taste these apple fritters."
They're not bad" said Rachel. who
lad made them with her own skillful
hands. And she helped herself TO lit
tie of the sauce.
land why don't you learn my moth
sr's knack Of making such pie crust as
this? demanded Tom. There is NO
dyspepsia here"
''T'm glad you're pleased, said Rachel,
with guilty glance at her mother-in.
law.
"Oh, by the way, Tom, the last of the
set of shirts is finished now. VIII you
put it on Tomorrow"
Il suppose So" ungraciously uttered
Tom "Will set like fury, l dare say,
like al the rest of them!'
"You might at least give it trial"
Didn't 1 say would" still more IN
graciously. "Those shirts VIII be the
death of me yet" he added turning to
his mother with a groan, while Rachel
sat steadily observing the pattern of the
table cloth.
The breakfast sat smoking on the ia
bic next morning when Mr.. Edmonstone
came into the room twisting himself as
if he were practicing to be human
corkscrew. Mrs Edmonstone glanced
timidly up at him.
Don't it fit, Tom?" she questioned.
gift! Just look at it. will you?' he re-
torted. eft! Hangs like a window cur
tain around my neck-pinches my wrists
like pair of handouts! feel as if /
were in strait jacket" i'm
patiently to and fro. "Oh, might have
known it beforehand-you haven't an
idea what the word fit means. l wish,
mother, you could teach this wife of mine
how to make decent Shirt
Thomas" said Mrs Edmonstone
solemnly, transfxing him with the
glistening spheres Of her spectacle
glasses, you're not very polite. made
that shirt"
You, mother."
eyes, | myself. Just as l used to
make shirts for you in the olden times
that you're always signing after. I've
been working at it ever since I've been
in the house. Throw away the pattern,
Rachel. and don't waste any more time
trying to make your husbands Shirts"
she added Its an economy of time
and temper, as well as of money, to buy
them ready made. It's Tom that's in
fault, not the work. And as for the
cooking you've been praising up so elo-
quently all the time I've been here, l
haven't touched a pot or pan. It's all
her-your wife's work. So much for
imagination. Oh, you needn't hang your
head SO sheepishly-you're neither better
nor worse than other men," went on
Mrs Edmonstone. And | never saw
the man yet that didn't need to hear a
wholesome truth now and then. You've
got the best and sweetest little wife in
the world"
Mother" pleaded Rachel, trying to
put her hand over the old lady's mouth,
but Mrs. Edmonstone resolutely per-
sisted.
and it's my advice to you to try and
treat her as she deserves
IL don't know but that have been
rather cranky of late" said Tom self
consciously, now that come to think
of it."
Cranky! should think so" said the
old lady. I'm sure don't know what
the worlds coming to. Here's little
Georgy toddling around with his wooden
cart The first you know he'll be telling
his wife about the wonderful successes
his mother used to make in this, and
that. and the other thing. We've all got
to come to it"
And Georgy II be right" said Tom,
who after all had ma unanimous streak
through him. What crab I've been
all this time. Hang the home made
shirts! III buy 'em out Of the store next
time! Kiss me. Rachel-and you, too,
mother, And he sure you let me have
dish Of scalloped oysters when | come
home to dinner" The oysters Rachel
cooked.
He ate his breakfast and departed.
And when he was gone young Mrs. Ed
monstone looked with shining eyes at
old Mrs. Edmonstone.
"Oh, what a nice thing to have mt
ther-in-lawr' said she fervently.-Shir-
lev Browne in Firaside Communion.