The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1891-01-22

"Do let Tom have ! rentniscence 81 ~
old days while you are here
Well. just AZ You children say
conceded the mother-in-law, rood.
humoe.dly.
She remained 4 week at her soma
house, during which period of time Tom
was all exultant complacency.
This, " said he, sis something like
living. feel myself q boy again when
| taste these apple-fritters.'
They're not bad" said Rachel. who
had made them with her own skillful
hands. And she helped herself to a little
And why didn't you learn my moth
er's knack of making such pie-crust az
this?" demanded Tom. ''There's no dys-
pepsia here" ..--
I'm glad you're pleased" said
Rachel, with a guilty glance at her
mother-in-law. ''Oh, by the way, Tom,
the last of the set of shirts is finished
now. Will you put it on tomorrow"
II suppose So" ungraciously uttered
Tom. ''Will set like fury. l dare say,
AAC Oil VIC ICSt VI Cu0n.,
''You might at least give it trial.
Didn't l say would?" still more un-
graciously. ''Those shirts will be the
death of me yet," he added, turning to
his mother with a 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 q
human corkscrew. Mrs. Edmonstone
glanced timidly up at him.
doesn't it fit, Tom?" she questioned.
Eft! Just look at it, will you?" he
retorted. eft! Hangs like window.
curtain around my neck-pinches my
wrist like pair of handcuffs! feel as
if I were in MISUNDERSTANDING
impatiently to and fro. "Oh, 1 might
have known it beforehand. You
haven't an idea what the word fit
means. / wish, mother, you could teach
this wife of mine how to make decent
shirt!''
Thomas" said Mrs. Edmonstone SOL
emily, transfxing him with the glisten-
ing spheres of her spectacle glasses,
you are not very polite. I made that
Shirt
"You, mother!'
eyes, l myself. Just as I used ia
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. cts an economy of time
and temper, as we'll 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, I haven't touched pot or 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. Il 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 ia
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"
I'll don't know but I have been
rather cranky of late," said Tom, self
consciously, ''now that come to think
of it,
Cranky! I should think so," said
the old lady. I'm sure I don't know
what the worlds coming to. Here.
little Georgy toddling around with hi.
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 magnanimou.
streak through him. What crab
I've been! Hang the homemade shirts
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" The oysters Ra,
chel cooked.
He ate his breakfast and departed
And when he was gone, young Mrs. Ed
monstone looked with shining eyes al
old Mrs. Edmonstone
''Oh, what nice thing to have q
mother-in-law!'' said she, fervently.-
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