The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1914-12-03


we, Jane?" her husband answered.
Certainly. Why don't you do II.
Dick? Just think what help you'd
be, too"
Sure. Little Tom Sawyer here
would let me weed the garden and
feed his hens and, maybe. IL were
real good. you'd let me wash :he
dishes"
We'll, I'd consider It."
81 wouldn't like anything better.
Jane, but ycu know newspaper man
keeps rather strenuous hours. Some
times I'm through at midnight and
sometimes at four in the morning. I'd
have to make a swim OF 1t II ! wanted
to get across the bay at that hour. NO.
| guess am doomed to the hall bed
room In Washington square"
And the little place on the corner,
Dick. Don't omit that; the place
where they uncrown monarchs, divide
Rockefeller's millions and drown all
social ills in a food of amber and
foam. Honest, now, isn't that what
you're thinking of as much as the
swim across the bay7 But, speaking
of corners, we've got one ourselves.
There's a little, fat German two
blocks down the street who'd just love
to talk Schopenhauer with you"
mo doubt I'll meet him, Bob. I'll
need both philosophy and his mer-
chandise as a bracer for the return
trip"
You're not going back tonight,
Dick" Jane announced stay and go
with Bob in the morning. Why, you'll
miss half the fun of you don't have
one of our commuters breakfasts. Up
with the birds, you know. Coffee and
rolls at five-thirty and new-laid eggs
il there are any. That's the time
when you get the true bucolic spirit
A note OF irony in her tone brought
Bob with a start.
mo, little rebel" he exclaimed. you
don't have to get up at five-thirty and
you know 1t. / could fix that morn
I ing repast In two minutes II you'd let
me-"
But / won't. I'd feel fine lying IL
bed like some Fifth avenue beauty,
with my husband puttering around
with frying pan and coffee pot. No,
thank you. The day is long enough
without you as 1t is"
Dick offered solace. Bob isn't the
only beneficiary, Jane. You know early
rising Is good for the complexion, and
now know the secret of yours"
/ hA 4AI IL
you're getting bearable. II had to
choose another husband / wouldn't
scratch socialists off my eligible list
at all. II there's only one egg in the
morning you shall have it."
'Is that likely contingency"
ASK Bob. We've been drawing lots
for 1t for the past week. It's the sea
son when the maternal instinct pre-
dominates the sense of domestic duty
in the hennery. or course there are
store eggs to piece out with, but they
don't count"
They went downstairs and Jane tool
up her embroidery while the mel
tempted fortune at auction pinochls
with third hand dead.
That's my favorite game" Bob tolC
Dick. Jane and / nearly always pla,
1t. We like the third hand because
It kind O. makes US think OF some visi
tor who doesn't come. Callers ar,
pretty scarce, aren't they, Jane"
"Yes, but we make up in qualit,
what we lack in quantity-Dick ant
Mrs. Collins"
"Flattered, I'm sure" laughed Dick
who is the lady?"
"A Staten island beauty you'd Jus
dote on. A sort OF Titan futurist
and so cultured. Well have to hav,
her and the little Herr Host OF the cor
ner around for dinner the next tim,
you come"
She put down her work and walked
to Bob, bestowing a goodnight kiss.
"You men can sit up as late as yo,
want" she said, "but nine o'clock II
Cinderella's hour for me. Good night
Dick. Remember the egg and get VI
when call you"
EAU revoir. princess. We're boil
loath to have you go, but think on,
more game will find us following suit.
And Bob agreed.
In the morning there was great re
joicing when an early raid on tn
Plymouth Rocks yielded four eggs;
most upwonted but no. unneeded dis
play of energy on the part OF tn
fowls. A hurried breakfast, and tn
men bade Jane good-by and we're OF
for the city.