The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1914-09-04
CHAPTER Nv.
A Confession.

where you are. Do you feel as If you
could eat something? I'll bring it to
you"
But if tell you something are you
going to be cross?"
,, Gross with you, honey? That's i'm
possible"
But If I've done something awfully
terrible. do you think you could forgive
me"
Il don't believe you could do any
thing couldn't forgive
"Supposing l had told you a fright
full. black, inexcusable fib?"
why, Jane, what's on your mind?
Tess up. l guess l can stand it all
right"
Il haven't got sick headache at
ALL"
That's fine. What were you do
ing, joking?"
mo, it wasn't joke at all. 1t was
just plain lie. 1 went to the matinee
with Mrs. Collins and forgot all about
the dinner. l was afraid you might be
angry. You'll forgive me. won't you,
Bob?"
He stopped and kissed her. "Of
course l will, dear You know that l
think more of you than a dinner, any
time. Was it Mrs. Collins who sug
gested the headache?"
Now, don't ask questions, honey;
I've confessed and you said you
wouldn't be cross. But I'm awfully
sorry about dinner"
That's all right, Jane, only"
only what?"
There's Dick, you know. IT'S
! Wednesday and he hasn't missed tax
ing pot luck with US on his night off
since we've been here. He's the only
other member of our family"
81 know it, but forgot all about
him, too"
We'll, don't mind. Get yourself
fixed up and I'll make it all right with
Dick"
A welcome shout outside announced
the arrival Of the guest.
Beacon Dick and Deacon Dick, Rey-
nolds called him, for he was always
preaching his wild theories and yet
was cheerful about them. His very
presence seemed to bring a ray of sun
shine in the Reynolds home If all
socialists could make their listeners
smile as often as Dick did the host of
converts would swell materially.
What. ho!" called the visitor as he
presented himself at the window.
Lower the portcullis while l enter
with pickle and BUM"
What kind of bun," laughed his
friend, raising the sash.
"a Wednesday bun; regular day
off bun. Gangway for the foe of the
system
60 around to the door, you loon.
What's the matter with your"
Bob stepped to the door and threw 1t
open. Come in, come in, and well
come"
"Ah, landlord, what cheer have you
tonight? You see do not come empty
handed, Herr Host" and Dick dis
played huge parcel.
Il do see, Herr Most. What's with
in?"
Food and drink; cheer for you and
the missus. and three cheers for me-"
Reynolds reached for the package.
Wait" said Dick. Il desire the
housewife to be in on this that she
may pay due tribute to her guest.
This is no meager token of my regard.
1t is the sum total of dollars raid on
delicatessen shop"
Whats the idea? Don't you think
we have anything to eat here?"
Certainly, but these are delicacies
dear to every woman's heart-and
tongue. Here is some Wednesday
night tongue; picked tongue, II you
will" and he held up jar of it. Here
we have the invention of old Mr.. Dill;
one that has never been improved
upon. More pickle. And here is con-
densed all the aroma Of bleating goats
and sheep breathing the spirit of field
and farm, and introducing My Lady
Limburger. But where is Jane?"
She's lying down. Had headache.
but she's better now. She'll join us in
a minute. Sit down and take off your
gloves. Has the system got your over
coat?"
1T would if gave it the chance, but
haven't bought one. Jane" he
called out. mot sick. are your"
mo, Dick; I'll be with you right
away. You can help Bob set the
| table,"
REYNOLDS stepped to his wife's door
Jane, dear. what have we got for sup
PERI"
"Now, hush" she answered; you
just tell him yourself. You said you
would"
"All right" He returned to Dick.
Young man, for child OF your years
you are blessed with wonderful fore
sight. Your pickles are as welcome as
you are. The fact is, my wife has been