Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1891-01-29

OF the sauce.
"And why didn't you learn my moth
er's knack of making such pie-crust as
this?" demanded Tom There's no dys
pepsia here"
I'm glad you're pleased" saic
Rachel, with guilty glance at he,
mother-in-law. ''Oh, by the way, Tom,
the last of the set of shirts is finished
now. viii You put it on tomorrow"
81 suppose So" ungraciously uttered
Tom "Wn1 set like fury, daresay
like all the rest of themF'
"You might at least give it trial"
Didn't say would2" still more IN
graeiously. Those shirts viii be the
death Of me yet" he added, turning to
his mother with groan, while Rachel
sat steadily observing the pattern of
the tablecloth.
The breakfast stood smoking on the
table next morning when Mr. Edmon-
stone came into the room twisting him
self as if he were practising to be a
human corkscrew. Mrs Edmonstone
glanced timidly up at him
Doesn't it fit, Tom?" she questioned.
'Fitl Just look at it, will youP" he
retorted. Fiji Hangs like window
curtain around my neck-pinches my
wrist like pair of handcuffsl l feel as
if I were in a strait acket''-writhing
impatiently 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
shirti''
Thomas" said Mrs. Edmonstone SOL
EMMY, transfxing him with the glisten-
ing spheres of her spectacle glasses,
''you are not very polite. made that
shirt"
''You, motherF' 1h'
Eyes, l myself. Just as used to
make shirts for you in the old 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. ''It's an economy of time
and temper, as well as Of money, to buy
them ready-made. And as for the cook
ing you have been praising up so elo-
quently all the time I've been here,
Tom, l haven't touched pot or a pan.
It's all your wife's work. So much for
imagination Oh, you needn't hang
your head so sheepishly; you're neither
better nor worse than most men," went
on Mrs. Edmonstone. 81 never saw the
man yet that didn't need to hear a little
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 to
treat her as she deserves"
Il don't know but / have been
rather cranky of late" said Tom, self
consciously, now that come to think
of it,
Cranky l 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'n be right" said Tom,
who, after all, had a magnanimous
streak through him What a crab
I've beenl Hang the homemade shirtsI
I'll buy 'em out of the store next
time! Kiss me, Rachel-and you, too,
mother. And be sure you let me have
a dish Of scalloped oysters when ]
come home to dinner" Theoysters Ra-
chel 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 a
said she, fervently.-
Fireside Companion.