The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1910-04-27

the clock tick. Finally Mr.. Lane said
abruptly. 81 never did like that Mrs.
Sessions. Disagreeable woman. Thinks
she knows It ALL"
About O'Clock, Mr.. Lane wanted to
know If his wife was not through At
$50 he inquired again, and at 10
o'clock he came out into the kitchen.
what did you have to do this
morning except get breakfast and 1t
isn't time for dinner yet" he began.
as she. surveyed the kitchen and pantry,
gloomily, for there did not seem to be
much prospect of that quiet tete-a-tete
with his wife in the cozy living room.
TITS baking day, today, John, and
then you know | went to the Friday
morning club yesterday"
"As II women could not get enough
clubs afternoons and evenings with
out having them In the morning. II
will get SO that the men will be obliged
to stay at home to do the housework."
Mr.. Lane, In reality, was very proud
of the fact that his wife belonged to
this musical club.
"Well," looking at the sink, Il see
you haven't washed the dishes yet.
suppose l can do them and that win
help you out"
Now, John, am just getting TO
them and I'd rather do them" began
Mrs. Lane, but her husband interrupt
ed.
"Of course, am going to do them. II
is poor sort of a man who cannot
help his wife out once In while at
housework. ! rather guess can wash
those dishes"
SO Mrs. Lane patiently got the dish
pan for him, the dish mop, the dish
drainer, the towels, and Mr.. Lane
rolled up his sleeves, turned the fau-
Gets on till he got brimming pan Of
hot water with soapsuds, as tall as
they could stand, and started In. Mrs.
Lane went vigorously to work in the
pantry, determined not to look.
There was spattering and splashing
and once or twice something dropped,
but luckily did not break.
There" said Mr.. Lane, virtuously,
after some minutes, 81 bet lots of men
would sit around and not lift finger
to help their wives out. Men, perfect
ly well, too, but lazy"
AS he washed and washed, his idea
of his own virtue grew.
After half an hour, he announced
that he had got them nearly all washed
and was about to wipe them.
Just then, there was a terrible rack
ct up in the boys playroom.
What are the boys doing?" began
Mrs. Lane. Mr.. Lane pricked up his
ears.
He listened.
He nodded his head.
ut sounds to me like fight" he
said grimly. With his wet apron still
pinned around his waist line, he has
tened upstairs to find Frank and Fred
dy with very red faces, with fists
clenched for another bout. First the
fighters knew, they were both in the
hands of Mr.. Lane, which part of his
body certainly had the grip" He
set the boys down on opposite sides of
the room.
I'm ashamed of you. My boys
fighting" He sat down, serious as a
judge. Lucky, indeed, he was home.
This was no situation for woman to
meet successfully. The boys were
making heroic efforts not to giggle at
the sight of their father in mothers
apron.
Now" began the Judge, what was
the matter?
He said George Washington was the
greatest man who ever lived and. Abe
Lincoln is"
"He said Abe Lincoln was the great
est man, and | said George Washing
ton could beat him all out, screamed
the boys.
"One at a time" commanded Mr..
Lane.
Washington went to war and rode
right through flying bullets and Abe
stayed shut up in the White House"
yelled Frank.
ABE was shot anyhow and Wash
ington died In bed like any common
man." retorted Fred.
"One-at-a-time," repeated Mr..
Lane. How did you ever come to
fight about such thing as this?"
why, showed him all about
Washington 50 that anybody but silly
duffer would know he was the greatest
man." began Frank, to be taken up by
Freddy, "and / showed him about
Honest Old Abe and he just wouldn't
give in"
George Washington never told a
lie," said Frank defiantly," and Lincoln
did"
''He didn't"
SHOW me, where it says, he didn't
then. You can't" tauntingly.
This had been too rapid for Mr.. Lane
to follow.
Stop, boys, this is all nonsense.
George Washington was the greatest
man, of course, for If he hadn't been
the Father of his country, Lincoln