The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1912-08-02

| get to the officel"
whats the use Of being in such a
hurry about it?' Jennings demanded.
now openly exasperated.
Wetherell looked at him in surprise.
why, what are you so worked up
over?'
I'll tell you what Jennings laid
his hand upon Wetherell's arm as
though to detain him, 'sjust leave IL
to me and Ill fix it for you. I'll see
that Barbara gets the advice If have
to give 1t to her myself" he declared,
implying a magnanimous sacrifice
upon his own part.
Their conversation quickly veered
in another direction as q fellow sub
urbanite joined them.
That night as Wetherell rounded
| the corner that brought his house into
view, his spirits mounted in anticipar
ton Of seeing his boy.
And when the click of his key In
the door brought veritable young
athlete in appearance, bouncing upon
him with childish affection, Wetherell
forgot the beaded issue in the sublim-
Iity of that moment.
AS he regarded the handsome, boy
| ish face before him, with its fearlessly
frank eyes, he came more nearly than
ever before to an understanding OF
his wife's tender solicitude for the
boy.
Barbara's kiss and smile Of well
come seemed If anything little hear
| tier than usual this evening. as though
doubly anxious that all should be in
happy accord.
Even the dinner attained to rank
above an everyday affair. Ellen, the
cook, adored the boy who had. In
years gone by, plundered her sweet
meats at the most inopportune mo-
ments and tantalized her in every con-
ceivable way. Nevertheless, in his
years away at school, her happiest
time had been when preparing the
contents Of feast box" to be sent
him.
Tonight there appeared in goodly
array all Of Juniors favorite dishes,
with Ellen carefully scanning his plates
upon their return to the kitchen, and
a solicitous inquiry from the serving
maid az to how Master Junior was
enjoying himself. OF this he assured her
in person at the end Of the meal.
Then he Joined his parents for~ q
chat. Flinging himself upon the couch.
piled with pillows. he exclaimed:
Gee, but this is the the first real
soft place I've lain on since I left
here!"
'Why. was your bed at school
hard?" Mrs. Wetherell's nnotherly in
stinct instantly asserted itself.
'Well, they're not exactly like this,
mother. But you could hardly expect
| that"
Il told you / ought to have gone
back with him and settled him. Al
LAM" casting Al glance Of mingled re-
greet and reproach toward her hus-
band.
Suddenly Junior spoke:
Say, folks, do you know what I'm
going to do this SUMMER"
Wetherell felt gloomy apprehen-
4 sion settle upon him. The achieve
ment of disciplining his son during
this vacation seemed suddenly de-
feated.
mo, what, dear?" 1t was his moth
err who answered. Her voice was Of
a syrupy sweetness that already inn
piled her assent.
"I'm going to work." the boy an
nounced.
His father, after the first startled
moment of comprehension, expert
enced pang Of remorse, known only
to father who has underestimated
a son.
While his mother. with the senai-
! tiveness Of a weathervane to the
slightest change Of wind, shifted her
attitude to meet the prevailing mood
Of her boy.
$50 you think you would like to try
your wings a little. do you, dear?"
His wife's tone Of docility amazed
Wetherell no less than his sons
words.
/ Upon reaction, however, his brain
fairly sang paean Of joy! By Jovel
a boy that could be trusted to disci-
! pline himself was wonderl
The proud father was even consid-
ering an automobile as reward for
such virtue. when his cherubic of
spring spoke his answer:
tits not exactly that" he explained.
"but you see I'm up for 2 certain frat
at school and they've put up the stunt
that in order to qualify we've got to
work for two months during our va
cation! 70 Mothers Magazine.