The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1914-09-17

ing up the walk. "I1l Just gather ur
my things and run right home"
Well, at that juncture James rams
the bell and was admitted by a duti
full Genevieve, who whispered to him.
Mrs. Brown is here"
James stalked into the sitting room,
giving not single glance to the
amazed Mrs. Brown, stalked into the
dining room, thence into the kitchen,
shifted at the odor of pot roast,
stalked back into the dining room
where he severely ratified the things
on the sideboard, re-entered the sit
ting room, still at a stately gait that
would have awed a mob, lay down on
the near-leather couch and turned his
back on the assembly, including the
suffering Mrs. Brown, the dear chill
dren, and his own Genevieve.
Genevieve ought to have stabbed
him with the stove poker? She ought
to have taken the rolling pin In hand
and insisted that he should arise and
be human to her guest? Gracious, OF
course, she ought, but nobody likes a
scene.
Well, one day, after a number of
years of this watching of James eye
like well-trained setter pup, it came
to Genevieve that what James needed
was a boss. And while she was SEN
sitive little person, yet at that, Gene
We've had sense.
Having seen a great light, Gene
We've thought 1t over with care, took
her resolution, gasped, grabbed II
again, and hung on fer dear life.
That evening, when James goa
home, Genevieve was not there. rs
found a cold snack on the dining room
table and the following note:
Dear James: The children and l
are down at the chicken pie supper at
the church. Come down If you want
a warm meal. Genevieve."
Go? Well, l should say not! James
went to bed hungry.
But the very next evening, after the
children were in bed and the work
done up. Geneyieve read, stolid and
unmoved, through a storm of hints, la
ter rising into howls.
The next day was club day, and
Genevieve stated that evening at din
ner that the club would meet at her
house the following week. James, hear
ing of the club for the first time, had
a fit. But Genevieve, recognizing her
earlier futility, sat tight and said no
word
The next time her dearest friend
came over in the afternoon, Genieve
coaxed her to phone home about it
and stay to dinner. James simply had
to sit up and be decent, because, OBJ
viously, nobody cared whether he did
or not. Mrs. Brown had the feeling
OF assisting at a crisis, but she was a
spunky little person and stood her
ground.
And after that Genevieve and James
fought it out. James threw verbal
handsprings about this neglect OF her
household duties, of him, and OF her
children, and the fact that he did not
desire to have wandering females who
ought to be at home trespassing on
his fireside. Yes, they do have such
spasms. You just naturally know they
do, little dears, though their wives
wouldn't let it get out for all the
world.
Genevieve kept as quiet as a mouse
till the storm died down into mutter-
ings of discomfort. Then she said:
James, am grown-up and real, Nv
ing human being. You better take
things as they come, because II you
make this kind OF a fuss l am going
to take the children and go right
straight back to mothers"
1t was one Of the occasions upon
which a nice Genevieve won out on
what those ridiculous men might call
a bluff; for she wouldn't have gone
for all the world.
But never, never, in the rest of his
meek, pleasant-spoken life, did James
find It out.
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