The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1905-05-12

"N'h7' Mis. wilson explained with
depfecating patience. and / thought
she could do II safely this morning
with DO fire ia the basement But the
smell seems unusually bad admit"
wilson who is sensitive To odors
made no answer. because be disliked TO
give rein to his ill humor A delect-
able luncheon only partially soothed
him and he flung himself down on
The library sofa 10 struggle with the
sulks The bell rang he heard his wife
usher some one into the parlor and
then
Ding Ding. Ding"
The sound was repeated with snce
awful force and persistence that VII
son, forgetting that Bunch was away
from home tore across The hall like a
parental whirlwind
Would you prefer death By an ak or
a shotgun. you little demon, he yelled
as he ran
The surprised plano tuner faced him
with a timid air and Mrs Wilson cams
CALAMITY 90 the rescue
Il wanted him 10 90 ii three weeks
ago. She explained. leading her amazed
husband back to the library. and omit
ting % add that she had failed 20 inform
the piano tuner Of this desire until the
previous evening. and I've asked him
% hurry He says he'll be through about
six O'Clock"
Half an hour later Wilson. on The
verge Of nervous prosiration or mad
ness. went out for a walk The cold
lake wind got into his bones and his
temper lie returned home to find that
Bunch. who ordinarily liked nothing
better than visiting Aunt Alice had
wailingly refused 10 do SO as long as
his papa was at home Bunch is an eA-
ceptionally noisy youngster. and the
older children. unable TO continue the
mornings repression indefinitely. were
like so many young steam engines Mrs.
Wilson hurried them all OF to bed al an
unwontedly early hour
Next day her Browning class met
with her. and Wilson stayed upstairs
all morning Luncheon was good Mrs.
Wilson prepared il herself because
Jennie was ironing-but il was a little
late and Bunch chartered steadily
through H. In the afternoon there were
callers and Wilson. caught loungng a
the parlor was sympathized with and
pitied and offered grip remedies until
he felt like committing murder.
The colored man. Charles, still peni-
tent over yesterdays mishap had so
faithfully labored with the furnace that
the house was unbearahly hot all even
ing Bunch unnoticed stole away 10
sir bare-headed and coatless on the
front step Wilson was decidedly worse
by bed time and il the night Bunch
had Group
You are having III luck with your
holiday mourned Mrs Wilson next
morning. looking from the breakfast
table. 81 which Wilson had insisted
upon appeariEg. 70 the driving sieot out
side Then she privately telephoned
for The family physician 20 cali oefore
noon
Penny wise and pound foolish,
rrumbied this fearless individual. writ
ing half a dozen prescriptions with grim
satisfaction "Of course it's all right
from my point Of view, II you'd rather
pay me and q trained nurse than spend
money for railway fare and hotel bills.
But the trip south advised would prob
ably cost you less IN the end
II won't be shipped of like a miser
able invalid" ohstinately grumbled
Wilson "lm not really sick at ali. only
tired and a little nervous. and don't
need 20 20 away from home I'D be all
right here il ! could only have lille
quiet and peace
Blu. Mrs Wilson and the doctor
smiled understandinsly 81 one another
as the latter rearrauged his sheaf OF
prescriptions. and il was noticeable that
Jennie had washed and ironed almost
every garment owned or worn by
Bunch. A sleepless night followed for
poor Wilson. and next day the plumber
appeared TO TX the long neglected hail
radiator. lie kept up an irritating zap
tap" accompanied by tuneless whis-
tie. until the head Of the household felt
that Kankakoe yawned visibly before
him. Then Oracle the musical member
Of the family. remembered that her mu-
sic lesson had lacked attention SINGS
Saturday. and began to practice chro-
matte scales with the hammer touch.
Mrs. Wilson. placidly doing cmbroid-
cry. distracted the childs attention
when the hunted look IN her husbands
eyes threatened a nervous breakdown.
she darkened the room and did her best
10 keep the house quiet Aud before din
ner She sent Jamesy over 70 the home
Of Mr. Briggs. Wilson's dear friend and
fellow sportsman. with note Mr.
Briggs. sworn. like Jamesy. 10 dead
silence dropped in" Informally tia,
evening and talked fishing and fine
weather until even CHEEKY Mrs Wilson
sighed
MY, How I'd like to 20 down TO Flor
ida again. and take Horpoie, said Mr
Briggs. with seeming innocence, and I
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