The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1914-08-28

we would be glad to have, wouldn't
we, Jane?" her husband answered.
Certainly. Why don't you do it,
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, If l were
real good, you'd let me wash the
Dishes"
We'll, I'd consider it."
Il wouldn't like anything better,
Jane, but you know a 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 swim of it If l wanted
to get across the bay at that hour. No,
/ guess l 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 flood of amber and
foam. Honest, now, isn't that what
you're thinking of as much as the
swim across the bay? But, speaking
of corners, we've got one ourselves.
There's 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
If 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 f1ve-thirty and
you know it. | could fix that morn
ing repast in two minutes If you'd let
me-"
But l 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 isl
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"
She courtesied. Positively, Dick,
you're getting bearable. If l had to
choose another husband l wouldn't
scratch socialists off my eligible list
at all. If there's only one egg in the
morning you shall have it."
rs that likely contingency"
ASK Bob. We've been drawing lots
for it for the past week. It's the sea-
son when the maternal instinct pre-
dominates the sense of domestic duty
in the hennery. OF course there are
store eggs to piece out with, but they
don't count"
They went downstairs and Jane took
up her embroidery while the men
tempted fortune at auction pinochle
with a third hand dead.
That's my favorite game" Bob told
Dick. Jane and nearly always play
it. We like the third hand because
1t kind O. makes us think of some visi-
tor who doesn't come. Callers are
pretty scarce, aren't they, Jane?"
Eyes, but we make up in quality
what we lack in quantity-Dick and
Mrs. Collins"
"Flattered, I'm sure" laughed Dick.
who is the lady?"
"A Staten island beauty you'd lust
dote on. A sort of Titan futurist
and so cultured. Well have to have
her and the little Herr Host of the cor
ner around for dinner the next time
you come"
She put down her work and walked
to Bob, bestowing goodnight kiss.
"You men can sit up as late as you
want" she said, "but nine o'clock is
Cinderella's hour for me. Good night,
Dick. Remember the egg and get up
when call you"
eau revoir, princess. We're both
loath to have you go, but think one
more game will find us following suit"
And Bob agreed.
In the morning there was great re-
joicing when an early raid on the
Plymouth Rocks yielded four eggs; a
most unwonted but not unneeded dis
play of energy on the part of the
fowls A hurried breakfast, and the
men babe Jane good-by and were off
for the city.