The St. Mary banner. (Franklin, Parish of St. Mary, La.) 1889-1931, 1910-07-16

cd IN his wife. before he got UP, mat Lit
believed he'd stay at home. only nan
day. anyhow, and there was nothlh5
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. Acne ali
over. and feel rather feverish. Guess
I'm threatened with the grip. The OH
er fellows in the Office have all mad IT,
so that it was only question OF time
of my getting it, anyhow. | guess IN
be careful, stay in until Monday ana
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 quinlne and
hot lemonade and mustard plaster
for your back and"
Good heaven, Mary! did l say that
l was going to stay in bed" with
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. II only said
that | was going to take precautions SO
that l wouldn't get sick in bed. 1t IL
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: 'but l thought you were few
erish and ached."
well, l 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 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 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
We'll, 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 well today" called their mother
from the kitchen, you must try to be
quiet"
Fathers never been home Saturday
mo"ning before, has he?" observed
Frank, squeaking noisily around. 1T
seems like Sunday, only we amt going
Il church" Here Freddy knocked
down a tin pan. There was a groan
from the dining room
did that make your head ache,
dear?" inquired Mrs. Lane sympa-
thetically, as she 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 it Is Saturday
can't let the boys out to play this
snowy day with their colds, I'm afraid
they will make some noise. They're
boys, you know. 1t is not like twp
girls playing around. But it would
be nice and quiet upstairs"
Heavens! How many times must I
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 a good
breakfast. having silenced the boys 50
that they did not dare to say a word.
Fred's head cold was in the ..snif-
ny STATE" where a handkerchief was
needed every two minutes, where one
didn't dare 70 use handy coat sleeve.
In the oct Of eating with q heavy
face q very light mufiln, Mr.. Lanes
attention was caught by a grimy wad,