River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1906-03-01

got to shave to-day. / look like the
devil"
mo- dear, your eyebrows are too
straight for that"
HUH Where's my razor?"
Gin the usual place, my dear. put
it there every dag"
ooh, you're a wonder, aren't you!
That's what it is to be well brought
| up
George is already lathering his face
and rubbing it in, and while his wife
goes down to expedite matters he be-
gins to shave.
"Elleni Ellen! Never mind that
train. I've cut myself
Ellen from down stairs says:
"Pm sorry, dear; tut do you want
me to go and tell them they needn't
stop at Cranfield this mon ming?
There'll be others to take it, you
know"
"By jipps, ten minutes of eight! But
will take It," (He looks at himself
in the glass.) BLEED! Go on bleeding.
Where's the absorbent cotton? Ellen,
where's that confounded absorbent
cotton? What are you doing down.
stairs. anyhow"
"It's in the bathroom. Hurry, dear.
I've broken your eggs in cup and
peeled your orange, and your coffee's
gettinT cold"
George prances into the bathroom
and upsets bottle of arnica while he's
getting the cotton.
Cant you keep that coffee hot?
What do want of lot of cold cof-
fee? I look fine now. Say, Ellen,
look fine with that absorbent cotton
on"
Silence for two minutes, and then
George rushes downstairs, three steps
at time, and, stepping over the back
of his chair, seats himself.
That's elegant, dear"
George has filled his mouth SO he
cannot speak, but he pantomimes elo-
quently, and looks at his watch.
"By jipps, I'll make it YETI
He tastes his eggs and makes a
face.
"These eggs are cold as stone"
"They were warm when Ann brought
them in, dear"
well, how many times have I told
her not to bring them in till she hears
my foot on the stairs? Breakfast
ought to be something to look for
ward to, and it's nightmare"
Ellen draws a long breath and
says:
eff you got up at seven, you'd have
time, dear"
Suppose I need the sleep?"
''Take it at the other end"
well, when is man to have good
time? Working all day in the city,
evenings my only chance"
Ellen pushes her hands out at him.
Eat, eat, dear. / want you to catch
that train
"Glad to get rid of me, eh?"
well, you're not lovely when you're
in hurry, you know"
George elevates his eyebrows and
shrugs his shoulders. He looks mar
rowly at his wife.
''That coffee would have been all
right, Ellen, if you hadn't poured it out
so long ago. Well, good-by."
"Good-by, dear. Aren't you going to
kiss me?"
mot this morning, unless you catch
me on the way to tho train. Remind
me tonight. Hold you in my lap, and
kiss you"
Don't talk SO. Ann will hear
you
George laughs, leaves his napkin for
his wife to fold, and rushes from the
house with two minutes in which to
make the equivalent of four city
blocks. His hat in his hand he
sprints along, overtaling two other
sprinters whose wives are throwing
kisses to them from the front door.
Hurried as he is, he yet reflects that
Ellen threw him no kiss, and he
comes to the conclusion that he must
be a bear.
AS the three men make the two plat
forms of the last car George pulls out
his note book and writes down these
items:
Zone alarm clock.
Zone pound best chocolate mixed. ;"
And then he sLews and melts
through the beautiful country, to New
York, and the Office boy knows as well
as if he had been told that George
Harris oversight.