Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1912-07-17

THE FIGURES 1912
almanac with his hand. Woman,
what does it say here, huh?"
1T says Tuesday, Jan. 49," admit
ted Lucy.
"Of course it does! Then what's the
matter with you, huh?"
You've got the wrong almanac,
Timothy" Lucy declared in fright
ened whisper.
Timothy stared at his wife, then
glared at the almanac in his hand and
saw that it was true. He held last
years almanac. But Timothy was a
Barton. He would not give in that he
had made a mistake-oh, no-now that
Lucy had called his attention to the
fact If she had said nothing. but
quietly permitted him to celebrate her
natal anniversary on any date h
chose out OF the calendar and he had
found out the mistake afterward, all
would have been well.
But Lucy had spoken.
1.-THE fat was in the fire." to quote
Little River folks.
Timothy Barton obstinately contend
ed In the face of the almanac makers
of the world that he was right He
swore up and down that the 1911 cal
endar was the proper one for this
year.
Amt you going to church, limo
thy?" asked Lucy on the following
Sunday morning, for after breakfast
he had taken down his overcoat and
cap and wound his everyday muller
around his neck
Timothy stared aggressively at her.
II didn't know there was church on
Saturday" he grunted as he pulled
on his mIttens. Seen anything of my
bush scythe? left II in the entry
last night"
Lucy stared at him with frightened
eyes. Timothy Barton. what are you
going TO do?" she demanded.
Going to clear out the underbrush
in the south woods" he said defiantly
ION Sunday"
"'Tain't Sunday" retorted Timothy
obstinately
you know better than that. limo
thy" she walled. When are you go,
ing to church If you don't go todayY
I'm going tomorrow-on Sundayr
he retorted. pointing to the last years
calendar hanging on the wall.
There won't be any church tomor'
row. and you know it"
It's not my fault. I'll go. and II II
amt open it's the fault OF them whose
business IL Is TO look after such things
Timothy rnttled the doorknob impa.
tiently. Seen that bush scythe. LucyT'
he repeated.
Lucy arose and looked her husband
In the eyes Yes. Timothy Barton.
saw your bush scythe. | saw you
clean it off and hang 1t up In the tool
shed last night. the same way you do
every Saturday night"'
Timothy WINGED and colored. but his
lips set firmly.
Are you going TO church this morn.
ng?" demanded Lucy sternly
IL don't go to church on Saturday"
| said Timothy. quite contemptuously
! and so left the house.
/ He was actually going to cut brush.
| wood on the Sabbath!
Two red spots fickered IN Lucys
| cheeks as she disposed Of the Sunday
morning tasks. Her hands uembled
as she put on her hat and slipped into
/ the fur coat which had been her bus
bands wedding gift four years ago
| for Lucy had always been a submis
siye wife and had never before had
occasion to cross the famous Barton
temper.
She went TO church alone. She wal
glad that her husband had the for
bearance to do his Sabbath breaking
In the solitude of the woods and mo-
in the face OF all Little River
How was she TO explain his absenct
from church? He might contradict
whatever excuse she might make up
She was in a qunndary what to do.
at least she could 20 and come 81
hastily that none might intercept her.