Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1914-09-17
CHAPTER ".
A Confession.

could eat something? Ill bring it to
you"
But II tell you something are you
going to be CROSSE"
Gross with you, honey? That's i'm
possible"
But If I've done something awfully
terrible. do you think you could forgive
me?"
Il don't believe you could do any
thing couldn't forgive"
"Supposing l had told you a fright
full, black, inexcusable fib?"
why. Jane, what's on your mind?
'Fess up. / guess can stand 1t all
right"
81 haven't got a sick headache at
ALL"
That's fine. What were you do
ing, joking?"
mo. 1t wasn't joke at all. It was
just plain lie. went to the matinee
with Mrs. Collins and forgot all about
the dinner. was afraid you might be
angry. You'll forgive me, won't you.
Bob?"
He stopped and kissed her. "Of
course l will. dear. You know that !
think more Of you than a dinner any
time. Was 1t Mrs. Collins who sug.
gested the headache?"
Now, don't ask questions, honey;
I've confessed and you said you
wouldn't be cross. But I'm awfully
sorry about dinner"
That's all right, Jane, only"
only WHAT"
There's Dick, you know. IT'S
Wednesday and he hasn't missed tax.
ing pot luck with us on his night on
since we've been here. He's the only
other member of our family"
81 know 1t. but forgot all about
him, too"
We'll, don't mind. Get yourself
fixed up and III make 1t all right with
Dick"
A welcome shout outside announced
the arrival Of the guest.
Beacon Dick and Deacon Dick, Rey.
nolds called him, for he was always
preaching his wild theories and yet
was cheerful about them. His very
presence seemed to bring ray OF sun
shine in the Reynolds home. II all
socialists could make their listeners
smile as often as Dick did the host OF
converts would swell materially.
What, ho!" called the visitor as he
presented himself at the window.
Lower the portcullis while l enter
with a pickle and bun!"
What kind OF bun," laughed his
friend, raising the sash.
"A Wednesday bun: a regular day
of bun. Gangway for the foe OF the
system"
60 around to the door, you loon.
What's the matter with your
Bob stepped to the door and threw It
open. Come in. come in, and well
come"
"Ah, landlord, what cheer have you
tonight? You see do not come empty
handed, Herr Host" and Dick dis
played a huge parcel.
Il do see, Herr Most. What's with
in?"
Food and drink; cheer for you and
the missus, and three cheers for me-"
Reynolds reached for the package.
Wait" said Dick. Il desire the
housewife to be in on this that she
may pay due tribute to her guest
This is no meager token Of my regard.
It is the sum total of dollars raid on
a delicatessen shop"
What's the idea? Don't you think
we have anything to eat here?"
Certainly. but these are delicacies
dear to every woman's heart-and
tongue. Here is some Wednesday
night tongue; picked tongue, II you
will" and he held up jar Of It. Here
we have the invention of old Mr.. Dill;
one that has never been improved
upon. More pickle. And here is con-
densed all the aroma Of bleating goats
and sheep, breathing the spirit OF held
and farm, and introducing My Lady
Limburger! But where is Jane?"
She's lying down. Had a headache,
but she's better now. She'll join US in
a minute. Sit down and take of your
gloves. Has the system got your over
coat?"
1T would II I gave 1t the chance, but
l haven't bought one. Jane" he
called out, not sick, are your"
No, Dick; I'll be with you right
away. You can help Bob set the
table"
Reynolds stepped to his wife's door.
Jane, dear. what have we got for sup
peri"
Now, hush" she answered; you
Just tell him yourself. You said you
would"
"All right" He returned to Dick.
Young man, for q child Of your years
you are blessed with a wonderful fore
sight. Your pickles are as welcome Is
you are. The fact is, my wife has been
to the matinee and II was too much
for her. There wasn't a thing IN the