Polk County news-gazette. (Benton, Tenn.) 190?-191?, 1914-10-15
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cIasped his wife in his arms and inn
planted a resounding kiss.
Hello, honey" he cried as he re-
| leased her and stood surveying the
room. Isn't this great? A castle all
our own" Then-as he looked at her
-"and a tired. dirty, but beautiful
little queen. And she is just going to
sit down and not stir another time I'M
til slaves have done her bidding and
served her a royal repast Of"
Bologna and potato salad. my
lord?"
Don't you believe It. Look, Jane
He unwrapped a package hurriedly
and disclosed a two-pound 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 regu-
lar house warming and I'm going to
prepare it."
Lets get everything in first, Bob.
That's the last load. Did you see
what they brought it inn"
Yes, where's the van?'
They couldn't get it up here. You'll
have to settle with the men. They
said there would be an extra charge
for the wagon"
He went out to conclude negotia-
tions. Presently he called her:
Jane, come out and look over the
estate. bought some seeds and Pm
going to start garden tomorrow. And
see, dear" he said as they locked arms
and strolled down the path, bordered
on either side by new, scraggly box
hedge. 81 brought something for you"
From a bullying pocket he drew out
packages of seeds and bulbs.
Flowers of all kinds, honey!-jon-
quils, hyacinths, daffodils-"
"Why, foolish" she interrupted with
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 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, a harCens 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 a 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
nary hosts pleases, I'm hungry" she
informed him. Let's kill the fatted
sirloin and make merry. If all those
seeds of yours grow we'll have to turn
yegetarians 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
nounce It,"
But in a minute he had surrendered
and was calling her.
"Where in the world are things,
lane? The kitchen utensils, | mean.
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 it open and led her back to the
norch. He cleared the table and set it
and then he was back to her again.
THE icebox is locked, Jane. Have
YOU got the key?"
She found it in her bag.
"Ob. Bob" she said in tones presag-
ing real calamity, there isn't bit OF
bread"
Never mind, III get some," he an
swered. There's store right down
at the car line"
But that's three blocks. Maybe
one of the neighbors would help US
out in an emergency
'Td rather not ask the first day. III
only be a minute, Jane"
soon AFTER ne TeIui HSu ohC oSShNSN
the welcome aroma Of coffee and
broiling steak and in minute ne
called her.
With a kitchen towel stuck under
his collar and face as red as sto-
ker's he held a chair for her and bade
her to the board.
There, how is chat my ladyT he
asked proudly. Gould the Waldorts
famous Oscar do any better! Eat
drink and be"
Sleepy" she finished for him. !
Just know I'm going to collapse right
here when my hunger's satisfied, Tor
Bob, I'm tired, and it's such job to
put up bed"
"Ill fix that, honey. Never felt bet
ter in my life. Why If had lantern
I'd go out and start my garden after
get you tucked away"
They sat over the coffee talking and
planning,
There was knock at the door.
Good Lord, who's thatP said Bob.
IT'S nearly nine o'clock"
81 don't know, but II It's Dick or
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