The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1910-05-20

mad no sooner gone than the telephont
rang Mrs. Lane answered It. AS she
passed her husband, he patted he,
hand' He was getting quite spoony on
top OF good breakfast.
Mr.. Lane did not notice the first
part or the conversation, but the last
part came out distinctly.
l don't see how can. Mr.. Lana
Is home this morning"
why, is he sick?"
He feels as If he might have the
grip"
Dear me, pity you. II there is one
thlng that drives me frantic, it is to
nave man around in the kitchen half
sick!"
"Yes"-answered Mrs. Lane, mono.
committedly.
on see, he's right where he can
hear. All right, good Bly,"
Mrs. Lane hung up the receiver and
looked ubiously at her husband. He
was reading the paper and did not
seem to see her. There were no NOR.
caresses The silence was so profound
IN the dining room that one could hear
the CLOCK tick. Finally Mr.. Lane said
abruptly, i never did like that Mrs.
sessions Disagreeable woman. Thinks
she knows 1t ALL"
ABOUT O'Clock, Mr.. Lane wanted to
know If his wife was not through. Al
$50 ne 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 il
lsn time for dinner YETI he began.
as she surveyed the kitchen and pantry
gloomily, for there did not seem to he
huch prospect of that quiet tete-a-tete
win his wife in the coy living room
lts 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 r,
Will get so that the men will be oblioad
10 stay at home to do the houseworl5 !,
MI Lane, in reality, was very proud
OF the TACT that his wife belonged tn
this musical club.
WE'LL looking at the sink. 81 see
you haven't washed the dishes vet
suppose | can do them and that will
help you out"
Now, John, am Just getting IN
them and I'd rather do them baqon
MIS- Lane, but her husband interrupt
ed.
vi course, am going to do them. II
Is poor sort of a man who cannot
Heip MS 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
dralner, the towels, and Mr.. Lane
rolled up his sleeves, turned the fau-
Gets on Till he got trimming pan Of
not 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 scattering and splashing o.,
and once or twice something dropped, !
out luckily did not break =
There" said Mr.. Lane, virtuously. =
after some minutes, 81 bet lots Of men I;
would sit around and not lift a finger
o help their wives out Men, perfect ,
y well, too, but lazy" :,
AS he washed and washed, his idea :,
II his own virtue grew. :,
After half an hour, he announced -
nat he had got them nearly all washed Il
nd was about to wipe them =,
Just then, there was a terrible rack =,
t up in the boys playroom.
What are the boys dong?" began 6,
lrs. Lane. Mr.. Lane pricked I'D his -
ars. p p
He listened.
He nodded his head. ~
1T sounds to me like fight" he
aid grmly With his wet apron still
lnned around his waist line, he has
'ned upstairs to find Frank and Fred 80
with very red faces, with fists
enched for another bout. First the !,
enters knew, they were both in the i1 s
ands of Mr.. Lane, which part of his ''
by certainly had the grip" He -
u the boys down on opposite sides of
lie room.
m ashamed of you. NV bovs ~
5ht1ng. He sat down, serious as q -. ;e
dye, Lucky, indeed, he was home -
MS was no situation for a woman to
eet successfully. The boys were -, NJ
aklng heroic efforts not to gggle at n'
e sight of their father in mothers w
ron. SIC
Now" began the Judge, what was Oh
e matter?
he said George Washington was the
eatest man who ever lived and Az