Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-08-04

an argument. do you want to: father
NO" said father. instantly. Tim very
comfortable at home. Unless you're feel
ing dull solicitously.
"Oh. no." Mrs. Bangor denied. |
merely thought that You might be tired
Of sitting on the porch every evening.
Fathers having the one real vacation
of his life approved Abe. Its the
first time in years that you and the girls
I haven't carted him off to one of those
crowded. fussy. comfortless places OF tor
ment that civilization calls a summer ho-
tel. Summer purgatory would be a bet
ter name" Then he got his hat and
strolled down to the corner poolroom
for an hours recreation
Dear. I'm glad I'm home" said bena.
lazily stretching her arms behind her
head Just imagine. If we'd gone away.
we'd have spent all our money. and this
minute we'd be on an ugly board porch
listening to a shrieky three-piece orches-
ira, trying to digest an indigeshbie sup
per, Your cream custard was delicious.
mother" she put in irrelevantly: is there
any left for me to eat before | go to
| bed?'
That orchestra was shrieky wasn't
| it?" recalled Kate. And our room. I
killed eighty mosquitoes one night! | be-
| lieve there must have been a hole in the
screen. What time is It by your watch.
father? Oh. you left it on the mantel. T"
She rose languidly to look at the clock.
where's jack" asked Lena
"Out of town on business" briefly.
sos Fred" briefly. "Whst're you go
ing to have for breakfast tomorrow morn
ing. mother?"
Whatever you like. absently
"Oh. I don't care
only $50 did you say" asked Mr..
| Bangor. We'll. l guess I'll turn in.
My. I'm glad I'm sleeping on my own
hair mattress tonight and not one of
btc ly
nerve to charge SIG week for. How
about you. mother?"
Il should say So" replied Mrs Bangor,
yawning Il believe IN go to bed, too.
This is Friday. isn't it?''
mo, dear, only Thursday"
"A week and a half Of vacation he
said meditatively. And we've enjoyed
it more than we usually do the full four
weeks"
The next day was the same. Satur-
day Mrs. Bangor baked all day. Sunday
they lounged around, easily, lazily.
Dear me- said Mrs. Bangor at its
close. this day has been terribly long.
Do you remember that little woman who
sat at the next table at the hotel last
summer? I wonder If she came back this
year. She was going to teach me how to
make filet lace
= remember her" said Lena; vaguely
1t Is later this year wonder II the
mosquitoes would be SO bad"
Kate dreamily, but you didn't mind it
after you got to dancing. l was FOOLISH
to embroider so many blouses. l don't
know where I'll wear them. OF course,
If we'd gone away
Mr.. Bangor yawned. well, it is GER
tainly comfortable at home. l feel SO
rested that don't know as ID mind going
back to work tomorrow. Seems sort Of
wasting the next two weeks to lie around
at home,'' he said.
Mrs Bangor yawned What time is It,
father?"
Before he could answer Abe burst in
Say, help me pack my suitcase, some
Of you. I'm going away tomorrow. Oh
I know" apologetically, 1T is lovely at
home. But the boys insist. And I hate
to offend them"
'Where7" asked Lena.
well. that hotel where we were last
year isn't any worse than the others. I
Lena and Kate looked at each other
Mr.. and Mrs. Bangor looked sheepishiy
here" said Nj Bangor feebly to his wife.
I'm not" she replied weakly. But I
know you are"
Il think both father and mother are
bored" said Kate.
'Of course, mother, II you'd like the
change" began Lena.
From his bedroom Abe stuck out his
head and grinned. "Oh. tell the truth,
You're all of you crazy to CO."
There was silence. Then sheepishly
the four got up.
Well candidly said Mrs Bangor. Il
am. I'm tired Of being comfortable. 1
must say I appreciate home more after
I've been away from 1t a spell And I'm
SO tired Of cooking delicious meals
II did catch two bass last year said
Mr.. Bangor reminiscently. Il wonder
where my fishing tackle is" He moved
toward the hall closet.
I'm glad now that l embroidered those
blouses," said Lena.
IF we pack tonight we can take that
early morning train" said Kate eagerly.
ABE" in panic. don't you take my suit
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