Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1914-09-03
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room. isn't this great? A castle all
our ownI" Then-as he looked at her
land a tired, dirty, but beautiful
little queen. And she Ii just going to
SIT down and not stir another time I'M
til slaves have done her bidding and
served her q royal repast Of"
Bologna and potato salad, my
lordr
Don't you believe 1t. Look. Jane"
He unwrapped a package hurriedly
and disclosed two-pound sirloin.
That's good for tired muscles and
this for tired nerves. Sparkling Bur
gundy fresh from 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 soc
what they brought It in?"
"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"
He went out to conclude negotia-
tons. Presently he called her:
Jane, come out and look over the
estate. / bought some seeds and. I'm
going to start a 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 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 lookS
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 1t;
and I'm just crazy for q 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 forrna-
ton that would scarcely nourish sun.
flower.
He ran into the house for his garden
seeds q whole array of the suburban.
ties delights from radishes to musk
melons. He had enough fora small
farm. BY the time they had decided
where the domain Of practical hus-
bandry should end and that Of the
flowers begin. 1t 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. II all those
seeds of yours grow Wen have to turn
vegetarians later, so we had better
whet our appetltes on beef"
All right" he told her as they
reached the veranda, you just sit here
and when dinners all ready Ill an
nounce It,"
But in a minute he had surrendered
and was calling her.
where in the world are things,
Jane? 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 1t open and led her back to the
porch. 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 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 q 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 nrst Gay. III
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 sto-
ker's he held q chair for her and babe
her to the board.
There, how is that, my lady?" he
asked proudly. could the Waldorf's
famous Oscar do any better? Eat,
drink and be"
Sleepy" she finished for him. Il
just know I'm going to collapse right
here when my hunger's satisfied, for
Bob, I'm tired. and it's such job to
put up a bed"
'I'll fix that, honey. Never felt bet
ter in my life. Why. II / 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 a knock at the door.
Good Lord, who's thatF' said Bob.
TITS nearly nine o'clock"
Il don't know, but II it's Dick or
any OF your friends ] Just know I'll