St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1905-06-17

| IRON home, tore across the hall like
parental whirlwind.
Would you prefer death by an ak Q,
shotgun, you little demon!" he yelled
as he ran.
Inc surprised piano tuner faced hin
"ltn tlmid air, and Mrs. Wilson cam,
CALAMITY to the rescue.
wanted him to do it three week.
ago, she explained, leading her amazed
ausoand back to the library, and omit
.ing 10 add that she had failed to inform
the piano tuner of this desire until thu
previous evening, land I've asked hin
10 hurry. He says he'll be through abou1
six O'clock
Half an hour later Wilson. On the
verge OF nervous prostration or mad
ness, went out for a walk. The colo
lake wind got into his bones and his
temper. He returned home to find thai
bunch, who ordinarily liked nothing
oetler than visiting Aunt Alice, hao
Wa1llngly refused to do SO as long as
MS papa was at home Bunch is an ex
ceptlonaily noisy youngster, and the
olaer children, unable to continue the
mornings repression Indefinitely. were
IKE so many young steam engines. Mrs
Wilson hurried them all off to bed at an
unwontedly early hour.
Next day her Browning class met
with her, and Wilson stayed upstairs
all morning. Luncheon was good-Mrs
wilson prepared it herself, because
Jennie was ironing-but it was a little
late. and Bunch chartered steadily
through it. In the afternoon there were
callers, and Wilson, caught lounging in
the parlor, was sympathized with and
pltied and offered grip remedies until
ne felt like committing murder.
The colored man, Charles, still peni-
tent over yesterdays mishap, had sc
faithfully labored with the furnace that
the house was unbearably hot all even
ing. Bunch, unnoticed, stole away to
sit, bare-headed and coatless, on the
front step. Wilson was decidedly worse
by bed time, and in the night Bunch
had Group.
you are having i'll luck with your
holiday" incurred Mrs. Wilson next
morning, looking from the breakfast
table, at which Wilson had insisted
upon appearing, to the driving sleet out
side. Then she privately telephoned
for the family physician to call before
noon.
Penny wise and pound foolish
grumbled this fearless individual, writ
ing half dozen prescriptions with grim
satisfaction. 'Of course it's all right
from my point Of view, if you'd rather
pay me and a 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"
Il won't be shipped Off like miser-
able invalid obstinately grumbled
Wilson. I'm not really sick at all, only
need to go away from home. I'd be all
right here If could only have a little
quiet and peace"
But Mrs. Wilson and the doctor
smiled Understandings at one another
as the latter rearranged his sheaf of
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
to fix the long neglected hall
radiator. He kept up an irritating tap
tap!" accompanied by a tuneless wis
tie, until the head of the household felt
that Kankakee yawned visibly before
him. Then Oracle. the musical member
of the family, remembered that her mu-.
sic lesson had lacked attention since
Saturday, and began to practice chro-
matte scales with the hammer touch.
Mrs. Wilson, placidly doing embroid-
cry, distracted the child's attention
when the hunted look in her husbands
eyes threatened nervous breakdown.
She darkened the room and did her best
to keep the house quiet. And before din
ner she sent Jamesy over to the home
of Mr.. Briggs, Wilson's dear friend and
fellow sportsman, with a note. Mr..
Briggs, sworn, like Jamesy, to dead
silence, dropped in" Informally that
evening and talked fishing and fine
weather until even CHEEKY Mrs Wilson
sighed.
"My! How I'd like to go down to Flor
ida again, and take Harpole," said Mr..
Briggs, with seeming innocence, and
the special contemporary
and friend of Bunch who strongly re-
sembles him in point of activity and
noise making. Nothing like healthy
child to rest brain tired with business!
believe I'd start off tomorrow if had
a chance"
Wilson said nothing, but Mrs. Wilson
noticed that he locked rather wistful,
and next morning she smiled to see him
consult the railroad column of the
paper
Il couldn't very well 60 away just
now" she smiled again, as he looked up
but could have Bunch
ready in half an hour"
And Wilson, surprised but too tired to |
discuss the matter, was we'll off on his |
Journey before he began to wonder how
she knew so we'll what he had thought.
Chicago Record Herald.
may screw up my mind, and propose.