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

Saturday morning, Mr.. Lane ODserV
cd to his wife, before he got up, that III
believed he'd stay at home. Only hal
day, anyhow, and there was nothing
special. He would phone down and Il
would be all right.
This was so unusual that Mrs. Lane
was alarmed at once.
Don't you feel well?" she inquired
'Well, no. can't say | do. Ache all
over, and feel rather feverish. Guess
I'm threatened with the grip. The ot:t-
err fellows in the Office have all had it,
so that it was only a question OF time
of my getting it, anyhow. | guess III
be careful, stay in until Monday and
break up the attack"
Here, with several groans, Mr.. Lane
began getting out of bed. why, you
are not going to get up, are you?" said
his wife in astonishment Il was just
going to get you some quinine and
hot lemonade and mustard plaster
for your back and"
Good heaven, Mary! did | say that
| was going to stay in bed with a
shudder at the visions his wifes list
of remedies had conjured up, for Mr..
Lane had never been sick in bed a day
that he could remember. Il only said
that | was going to take precautions so
that l wouldn't get sick in bed. 1t j.
seldom necessary to be sick abed if one
uses good judgment"
This last was said severely, for Mrs
Lane had been sick several times in
the course of their married life and
each illness had, according to the heai
of the house, been due to bad judg-
ment
AS Mrs. Lane had heard this remark
before, she merely said in bewilder-
ment: 'Dut l thought you were few
erish and ached"
well, I guess staying indoors will
fix the aches all right. All those fool
things are we'll enough for the boys"
Mrs. Lane went down to start break
fast Mr.. Lane dressed slowly and lay
down on couch in the living room.
Frank and Freddy, the two boys Of
the household, aged eleven and nine
years respectively, appeared on the |
scene by racing downstairs and fall |
ing into the living room one on ton
of the other, to stop, dumbfounded, on
seeing their father on the couch. Mr..
Lane gave the boys a look without any
smile in it.
For heavens sake, is that the way
your mother has taught you to come
down stairs?"
mo, sir" came simultaneously
from the two boys.
well, what on earth, then, made
you? Why, this very couch shook"
I'VE didn't know you was there"
came in another chorus.
Boys, come here, father isn't feel.
ing we'll today" called their mother
from the kitchen, you must try to nc
luiet.'
Fathers never been home Saturday !
before, has he?" observed
Frank, squeaking noisily around ut
seems like Sunday, only we amt going 6
% church" Here Freddy knocked
Down tin pan. There was a eroan l
rom the dining room. t
did that make your head ache. 9
lear?' inquired Mrs. Lane sympa-
hetically, as she put the breakfast on a
he table /
"Ache! It fairly jumps, but there IS /
10 use lying down in this house. d
I'm so sorry but it is Saturday I
ant let the boys out to play this t
nowy day with their colds, I'm afraid "
hey will make some noise They're C
oys, you know 1t is not like tw, b
iris playing around. But it would
e nice and quiet upstairs" s.
Heavens! How many times must p
I'll you that I'm not sick! I'm only
,Oking out not to get sick.' t.
Very inevitably, Mr.. Lane sat down h
nd very grumblingly, ate good 6!
reakfast, having silenced the boys So h
lat they did not dare to say word Il
Fred's head cold was in the "snif- o1
y state" where a handkerchief was Of
aeded every two minutes, where one W
dn't dare to use handy coat sleeve. nj
In the act Of eating with a heavy
ce very light muffin, Mr.. Lanes l.
tention was caught by grimy wad,