Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1914-09-10
!, FINE FEATHERS
by WEBSTER DENISON
NovEI1zED FROM EUGENE WALTERS NAME
me WALTERS DRAMA BY THE SAME NAME

we would be glad to have, wouldn't
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. II were
real good. you'd let me wash the
Dishes"
well, Id consider It."
Il wouldn't like anything better
Jane. but you know q 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 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 bay? But, speaking
of corners. we've got one ourselves.
There's a little, fat German two
blocks down the street who'd just love
10 talk Schopenhauer with you"
mo doubt I'll meet him, Bob. I'll
need both philosophy and his mer-
chandise as q 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" lie exclaimed, you
don't have to get up at iive-thirty and
you know it. l could fix that morn
ing repast in two minutes if you'd let
me-"
But l won't. I'd feel fine lying II.
bed like some Fifth avenue beauty,
with my husband puttering around
with a frying pan and coffee pot. No,
thank The day is long enough
without III as it 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"
She courtesied. Positively, Dick,
you're getting bearable. II ! had to
choose another husband / wouldn't
scratch socialists off my eligible list
at all. If 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. 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 third hand dead.
That's my favorite game" Bob told
Dick. Jane and nearly always play
It. We like the third hand because
It kind O. makes US think OF some visi-
tor who doesn't come. Callers are
pretty scarce, aren't they, Jane?"
"Yes, 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 just
dote on. A sort of a 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 a 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"
"Au revoir, princess. We're both
loath to have you go, but l 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 we're of
for the city.
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