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

cd to his wife, before he got up, that DE
believed he'd stay at home. only nan
q day, anyhow, and there was nothine
special. He would phone down ana II
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 feyerish. Guess
I'm threatened with the grip. The 9TH
er fellows in the Office have all had 1t,
so that It was only question OF time
of my getting it, anyhow. l 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 your SAID
his wife in establishment. 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
I was going to stay in bed" with a
shudder at the visions his wife's list
of remedies had conjured UP, for Mr..
Lane had never been sick in bed day
that he could remember. 81 only said
that / was going to take precautions SO
that l wouldn't get sick in bed. 1t is
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 heal
of the house, been due to bad judg-
ment.
AS Mrs. Lane had heard this remark
before, she merely said In bewilder-
ment: --ut I thought you were few
erish and ached."
"Well, l guess staying indoors will
fix the aches all right. All those fool
things are well enough for the boys"
Mrs. Lane went down to start break
fast. Mr. Lane dressed slowly and lay
down on a 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 top
of the other, to stop. dumbfounded, on
seeing their father on the couch. Mr..
Lane gave the boys look without any
smile in 1t.
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"
1--WE 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 ne
quiet"
Fathers never been home Saturday
morning before, has he?" observed
Frank, squeaking noisily around. at
seems like Sunday, only we amt going
to church" Here Freddy knocked
down a tin pan. There was a groan
from the dining room.
''Ddd that make your head ache,
dear?" inquired Mrs. Lane sympa-
thetically, as sic put the breakfast on
the table.
Ache! It fairly jumps, but there is
no use lying down in this house.
I'm so sorry, but 1t is Saturday
nj +N ~ t.
snowy day with their colds, I'm afraid
they will make some noise. They're
boys, you know. 1t is not like two
girls playing around. But it would
be nice and quiet upstairs"
Heavens! How many times must
tell you that I'm not sick! I'm only
looking out not to get sick"
Very inevitably, Mr.. Lane sat down
and very grumblingly, ate good
breakfast, having silenced the boys 81
that they did not dare to say word.
Fred's head cold was in the 'snif.
fly state" where handkerchief was
needed every two minutes, where one
didn't dare to use handy coat sleeve
In the act of eating with heavy
face very light muffin, Mr. Lanes
attention was caught by grimy wad
alias handkerchief, going up to Fred
dy's nose.
He shuddered as he thought of hi!
immaculate linen squares. Put it ou
of sight, this instant" he broke out
pointing to the offending article. Don
let me see such a disgusting sigh
again at the table. It's enough 1,
make man sick when he is half sicl
already. Don't use it again."
mo, father" with suppressed sniff
i1e.
Haven't you got any other handker
chiefs?"
Eyes. suppose so."