The Newark star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1909, 1909-05-25
I Hear the Murmur of the Water,
Spring Is Here I Think Yes, SAID His
Wdey, but It's Dripping IN the Sink
Showing That in the Maytime
Couples Fancy Lightly Turns
to Household Scraps.

Why, er-a-that is, why, my dear. |
was just about to say that M mar led
man had a wife finer than mine, one
who would give up as much for me, or
who would meet household caiamities.
like the burning of thai beautiful bird,
so sweetly. Dear, / know you were
slightly angry, but when | think of
what you might nave said, instead of
running from the % TO hide your
FEELINGS, L
We'll, it's about time you began to
appreciate me a little,' was Mrs.
Bangs's interruption, in a slightly
Modified tone. III you can be contented
with cold han for dinner, I'm SURE
Wen have an outing" declared Mr..
Bangs, with enthusiasm; wen go into
town for dinner, and have a chicken
there that1l beat that burnt carcass
forty ways. and everything that goes
with it. Run up and get on your duds,
m'dear. Now, isn't this better than
getting angry over every little thing?
Watch how l control my temper. You
never see me upset over trifies." He
pranced over to the open window. It's
a glorious day. Now get a move on
I'D have a better time If | had some
thing decent to wear" Mrs. Bangs
grumbled from her bedroom.
Her worthy husband pretended not to
hear. I'm the spring a young mans
fancy he warbled as he brushed his
sparse locks, Tightly turns to thoughts
Of Confound it, you've been using
M brush again. and left some of your
hair in it," he yelled: deliver me from
women's carelessness. If you want TO
go into town for dinner you'll go
alone The brush clattered to the
floor, followed by a clean collar that
had been resting patiently on the
c%hiffonier, with two buttons beside it.
Dash it ALL A man can't have any
thing, not even a measly hair brush,
to himself. Sunday peace. Huh, Bicker-
ing home. burnt dinner. cranky wife,
hairy hair-brush; Sunday the d
''He-en-nryi" His outraged wife
in the door. There was an under
lying complscency about her frown that
was puzzling. never let yourself get
or upset over trifies. Watch me.
That's what you said a moment ago,
but if l had a disposition like yours, I'd
go into an old lady's home and spend
the rest of my days in silence. Now.
I'm tired of nonsense. We're going 10
stay in this house. and you're going to
cold ham for dinner. and, maybe,
for dessert"
Mr.. Bangs looked abashed. Mrs.
Bangs stood quietly, enjoying his dis
comfture. Then she added one more
Beside, tina wasn't your brush in
which you found the hair! 1t was mine.
If you had looked on the other side of
the dresser. where your brush always
is. you would have found your own"
Triumphant, she left him alone. Mr..
Bangs slowly stopped, grunted and
picked up the brush. Then he looked
over at the dresser. There was his own
reposing peacefully just where
It belonged. He looked at the brush in
his hand. then at his sheepish reflection
the chiffonier glass.
Huh said Mr.. Bangs. He went
back to his chair, looked out OF the
sighed deeply and began to
cad. A Sunday quiet settled over the
house, enveloping him In its folds. The
slipped to the floor, a gentle snore
aoated kitchen-ward. Mrs. Bangs en-
cred, and softly closed the window.
his bald pate as she passed.
Poor, tired chap" said she softly.
ur. Bangs smiled in his sleep.