Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1911-04-08
HIS SUNDAY
DINNER

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Really Laura" remarked Greenly
reproachfuly as he attacked the roast
chicken for the fourth time. with an
unsuccessful carving knife, Il wish
you wouldn't buy these antediluvian
fowls. | simply can't hack this one
20 pieces"
Mr.. Smaus said there wasn't bet
ter or tenderer chicken in his market,
Frank" sighed Mrs. Greenly.
We'll, then, | don't think much OF
his market. tell you, Laura, old
Smaus doesn't give you a fair deal. I
think II would be good idea for us to
Jolt him by transferring our patronage
to another market That old fellow
thinks he can put off any kind of in
ferior stuff on us. He imposes on our
good nature"
ut sounds easy, Frank, when you
say We should trade elsewhere, but
you know very we'll that there isn't
another market in Wayland and l GER
tainly can't go into the city every day
and carry out our supplies"
We'll, can get 'em and bring EN-
out" declared Greenly. "Tll get a
chicken for our next Sunday dinner
that won't be made Of India rubber"
Il wish you would. DEAR" said Mrs.
Greenly.
Saturday morning when he was
leaving the house Mrs. Greenly re.
minded her husband than he was to
bring home chicken from town.
Il won't forget IT," he promised her.
i've got 1t In my memorandum book
and I'll buy one that can be cooked in
half an hour"
In the afternoon when he telephoned
that he would not be home until late
that evening Mrs, Greenly inquired II
he had bought the chicken for their
Sunday dinner
OF course / have, Laura" he an
swered. You seem to think I am as
needless as a schoolboy." he added.
"Oh, no, Frank, only know you
have so many business matters on
your mind" said Mrs. Greenly sooth-
ingly.
Greenly thereupon assured her ina
Modified voice that he was never too
busy to remember to do things for her.
Where's the chicken?" she asked
when he appeared at 10: 80 o'clock that
night.
The chicken? BY George, Laura, I
well, you see, had to 60 to that ex.
ira meeting Of the directors tonight
and never thought of the chicken. I
left It on the top Of my desk In the
ONCE. ! had 80 much on my mind to-
day. You can understand, can't you p
Yes. can quite understand" an.
swered Mrs. Greenly, almost too good
naturally. "Of course, though, we
can't get anything out here at this
hour for our Sunday dinner. But I can
make some Goldfish balls, and they will
do very WELL"
Goldfish balls!" Greenly's look Of de-
preston deepened. "Oh, you won't
have to do anything SO desperate as
that. I'll run into town the FIRST thing
In the morning and get the chicken. I
can return with 1t in plenty Of time
for you to have 1t cooked for dinner"
You're sure you won't mind, Frank?
For you know It won't be any trouble
to make the Goldfish balls" 81
No, I'd really like to 60. can read
the newspapers going and coming on
the train and of course It would be
foolish to let that chicken lie there
and spoil In my ONCE"
"yes. that's So" agreed Mrs.
Greenly.
The next morning she awakened
her husband a half-hour earlier than
his customary time to rise on Sunday.
He bore the curtailing of his nap with
as good grace as he could muster
and after breakfast he left home for
the city With a semblance of cheerful
ness.
Two hours later Mrs. Greenly opened
the door for him with a welcoming
smile. saying: We'll. did you get Il ?"
Get 1T The chicken? Why, yes, I
got it-but well, the fact is, Laura.
l left II on the train!"
Fortunately" said Mrs. Greenly In
a restrained, even voice, "Smaus sells
very good sailed Goldfish and we hap
pen TO have some In the housa"