Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1914-09-05
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room. Isn't this great? A castle all
| our own!" Theu-as he looked at her
and tired. dirty, but beautiful
little queen And she is just going to
sit down and not stir another time un-
til slaves have done her bidding and
served her royal rspast Of"
Bologna and potato salad. my
Iord?"
Don't you believe 1t. Look, Jane"
He 1nwrapped a package hurr1edly
and disclosed a twopound sirloin.
That's good for tired muscles and
this for tired nerves. Sparkling Bur
gundy fresh from a Staten island
brewery. We're going to have a regu-
lar house warming and I'm going to
prepare It"
Let's get everything in first. Bob.
That's the last load. Did you sec
what they brought 1t I'M"
Yes, where's the van?'
They couldn't get 1t up here. You'll
have to settle with the men. They
said there would be an extra charge
for the wagon"
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tons. Presently he called her:
Jane, come out and look over the
estate. I bought some seeds and I'm
going to start a garden tomorrow. And
zee, dear" he said as they locked arms
and strolled down the path, bordered
on either side by a new, scraggly box
hedge. Il brought something for you"
From q bullying pocket he drew out
packages OF seeds and bulbs.
Flowers of all kinds, honeyl-jon-
Quils, hyacinths, dafTodils--"
WHY. foolish" she interrupted with
q laugh. they won't grow this year"
Then, as she saw his crestfallen look
But never mind; did some bad man
impose on my little city boy? Well
plant them and Just make them grow.
What are these? Nasturtiums, pan
sizes, sweet peas-that's more like It;
and I'm Just crazy for a. whole bed
Of saliva"
And SO they talked and planned and
selected the sites for the beds, and
Jane, who was much better versed in
such matters than her urban husband,
told him what would have to be done
with the soil. barren, sandy forma-
ton that would scarcely nourish sun
flower.
He ran into the house for his garden
seeds. whole array of the suburban
ties delights from radishes to musk
melons. He had enough for small
farm. BY the time they had decided
where the domain of practical hus-
bandry should end and that of the
flowers begin, it was dark.
"If the lord chancellor OF my Gull
may hosts pleases, I'm hungry" she
Informed him. Let's kill the fatted
sirloin ana make merry. II all those
seeds of yours grow wen have to turn
vegetarians later. so we had better
whet our appetites on beef"
"All right" he told her as they
reached the veranda, you just SIT here
and when dinners all ready I'll an
nounoe IT,"
But In a minute be had surrendered
and was calling her.
Where in the world ara things,
ans AhV AAANAi~h 0AgAAAA1f a AlEAAA.
I've opened three boxes and / haven't
struck anything but books and linen"
They found the needed box under
two trunks and pile OF pictures. He
got II open and led her back to the
porch. He cleared the table and set 1t
and then no was back to her again
The icsbox is locked, Jane Have
you got the keyT'
She found 1t In her bag.
"Oh, Bob" she said in tones presag-
ing real calamity, there isn't bit of
bread"
Never mind. I'll get some" he an
swered. There's a store right down
at the car line"
But that's three blocks. Maybe
one OF the neighbors would help US
out in an emergency"
I'D rather not ask the first day. I'll
only be a minute, Jane"
| Soon after he returned she scented
the welcome aroma of coffee and a
| broiling steak and In q minute he
called her.
With a kitchen towel stuck under
! his collar and face as red as q sto-
keF's he held chair for her and bade
her to the board.
There. how is that, my iadyf" he
asked proudly. Gould the Waldorf's
famous Oscar do any betterf Eat,
drink and be"
Sleepy" she finished for him. Il
Just know I'm going to collapse right
hero when my hungeT's satisfied, for
| Bob, I'm dred. and it's such Job to
put up q bed"
I'll FIX that, honey. Never felt bet
ter in my life. Why, II had a lantern
I'd so out and start my garden after
l get you tucked away"
They sat over the coffee talking and
planning.
There was a knock at the door.
Good Lord, who's thatG'' said Bob
tits nearly nine o'clock
II don't know, but II fits Dick o.
any Of your friends I just know IL