The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1891-06-04
olLTz's REWARD.
He Reforms to please His wife and Gets
Biscuits.

He Reforms to Please His Wife and Gets
Biscuits.
Polhemus Diltz set his lips firmly to-
gether, buttoned his coat about him, and
started for home.
sIt was as much my fault as hers. " he
muttered, shat when / went home the
other day with the idea of counting my
wife I didn't seem to succeed ought
TO have known better than to bother
her when she was picking the pin-feath-
ers off an old hen and Bridget was taking
an afternoon off. won't make blum
der like that again.
About half an hour afterward Mr..
Diltz entered the family mansion. He
found Mrs. Diltz in the sitting-room.
Merely remarking that it was chilly
day he threw package carelessly into
the fire that burned brightly in tbs
CRATE.
''What is that, Polhemus?' inquired
Mrs. Diltz, somewhat sharply.
''Nothing but my pipe and cigar-case,"
he replied, with a yawn. '1've sworn
off from smoking"
Mrs. Diltz looked pleased, but said
nothing.
sit will save me at least 500 a year,
Mary Jane" observed Polhemus, with
another yawn, as he walked aimlessly
about the room with his hands in his
pockets ''and the habits a nuisance
anyhow"
SIT certainly is" assented Mrs Diltz.
"I'm glad you've OUTFIT you'll only
stay quit"
Mr. Diltz continued his aimless walk
about the room. Presently he brought
up in front of a small closet that he had
been in the habit of hanging his smok
ing cap and smoking jacket in. He
opened it, took those garments out and
inspected them.
s'While I am about it, he said, "Pl
make clean job of it I'll hang these
things in the wooished and the next
tramp that comes along can have them.
You can use this closet for anything you
like. Seems to me-" continued Mr..
Diltz, resuming his nonchalant walk
about the room, and extending his
stroll into the adjoining room, 1--WE
don't have more than about half enough
closets in this house. If were building
house for human beings to live in I'd
put in fifty of 'em. Now, here's place
under this stairway where could have
a good large closet made. l suppose
you'd object to it, though"
'No, I wouldn't" responded Mrs.
Diltz, warmly. 'It would just suit me,
Polhemus."
'Well, I'll have it DONE" And Pol
hemus kept on yawning and strolling
leisurely through the rooms.
There are half dozen other places"
ventured his wife, somewhat timidly,
where I should like to have closets
built or shelves put up, while you are
about it."
''All right. You can have all you
want"
Mrs. Diltz went behind door and
Rugged herself Mr.. Diltz continued to
walk about unconcernedly.
"What-what will you like for dinner
this evening, Polhemus?"
Anything, Mary Jane-anything I
don't know but I'd like some hot bis
cults, only"
''Only what?"
Bridget doesn't know how to make
good biscuits"
''Why, Polhemus! Do you like my
biscuits better than Bridget's?"
II never eat anybody's biscuits but
yours, if l can help it.
20, Po1hemus!''
Mrs Diltz came nearer to her hus-
band. For the first time in eleven
years she threw her arms about his
neck and-but nobody has any business
to be intruding here Please retire.
=
sit isn't such laundering hard Job,
even for a married rhinoceros of eleven
years standing, to court his wife If he
only knows how to go at 1t right" said
Mr.. Diltz to himself as he went about
| the house the same evening at a late
hour locking up things for the night
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