The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1912-09-16
THE WORMS REVENGE.
BY Stuart b, Stone.

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Mr.. Weathers came home, late
from the ball game. He had for
gotten to bring the spool of white
thread No. go, the yard of green
cheeseeloth, the box of mustard,
the paper of pins, the book by
"The Duchess" and the bottle of
lemon extract that Mrs. Wealth
ers had ordered that morning. His
feet were slightly muG and ne
thoughtlessly sat dow. i'll the
arm chair with the tidy reserved
especially for the minister.
Thereupon and because of these
things Mrs. Weathers arose in red
wrath,
Henry Weathers," she began
in ringing shrillness, II do be-
lieve you are the most aggravat-
ing, irritating, nerve-racking,
maddening specimen of humanity
that ever encountered this earth!
Mr.. Weathers also redeemed
angrily, but, restraining himself
as was his wont, he meek1y bark
ened to the domestic storm.
IF ! had known before I left
my happy home"-thundered
Mrs. Weathers at full blast.
Suddenly Mr.. Weathers litter
ed. 1t was thing unknown, and
Mrs. Weathers stopped short in
uncom pretending suspicion. Mr..
Weathers arose and slipped ST.
lently into the next room. There
was sound as of the unwrapping
of paper, metallic click or so,
and then a slight rasping and
cracking. Mr.. Weathers return
ed with his mouth set at full grin.
| las l was saying" resumed
Mrs. Weathers, angrier than ever,
you have achieved the highest
possible mark for general de-
pravity, Acknowledgements and
all-around contemptibility.'
Mr.. Weathers chuckled. Soc
rates also was hen-pecked," he
murmured under his breath.
"Socrates!" screamed Mrs.
Weathers. rising to her fullest
possibilities. Socrates! Don't
you Socrates me, you beet-faced,
triple-chinned, fish-eyed, fat ac-
cumulation! You-you-you"--
For twenty minutes the temp
est of wifely admonition ragged,
and all the while Mr.. Weathers
sat grinnfng broadly. Now and
then Mr.. Weathers would slip in
20 the other room and there would
be more of the metallic clicking
| and rasping. At last, however,
sheer fatigue told on Mrs. Wealth
ers and the walls of wrath were
Corked to be released at the
next favorable opportunity.
The next evening Mrs. Wealth
ers entertained the Young Peo-
pies Band of Moral Effort. Some
thirty or forty young people were
present, besides the minister, duly
installed in the chair of the for
hidden tidy. Mrs. Weathers had
bought especially for. the occasion
several small passe-partout mot
toes which she hung about the
room-"Let Us, Have Peace"
There Is No Place Like Home"
and Speak Gently One to An
other" Mr.. Weathers, with we'll
trained docility, assisted in serv-
ing harmless frappe tuff and
playing such wildly exciting games
as authors and choose partners.
Mrs. Weathers smiled patroniz-
ingly, continuously. The minis
tier beamed from the sacred tidy:
"What beautiful home influences
you have here, dear Sister Wealth
ers! How fortunate is Brother
Weathers! What peace and am
ity you must continually enjoy!"
| Mr.. Weathers allowed a mo-
mentary twinkle to show in his
fishy-blue eyes, but waited. About
16 O'Clock he announced a sur
prise. Yesterday an old friend
| r resented me with a phonograph.
We shall hear some of the rev.
ords."
There was general murmur
OF pleased anticipation, and Mrs.