The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1915-02-19

VIII treat you to cooking that Will melt
In yovr mouth, though she NAV re.
ceive you IN a calico dress. just as she
comes from kitchen. Sometimes J
wish she mad little more style, but
she is domestic treasure. III BET
she can make dollar go farther than
any other woman of the present gener.
alton"
When the train pulled into the sta,
ton, the two gentlemen hurried out
upon the long platform. chatting jovi
ally
Suddenly Lyman caught a glimps OF
a trim. graceful woman. in a modisn
lailor-made black suit, with her blonde
hair fetchingly marcelled beneath q
heavily plumed hat.
There is swell woman" ex
claimed Lyman. u can't fancy her
In calico wrapper"
The lady under inspection turned
her head in way that gave Lyman a
full view of her face. Instantly his
eyes bulged with establishment
She looks as Bess used to- he
muttered family. 1T can't be posi-.
BILE. 1t is. by Jove."
Mrs. Lyman's perfect costume in.
spired her with self-confidence, and
nothing could have been prettier than
her manner of greeting her puzzled
spouse.
why, Bess, I'm surprised" he
stammered, fairly limp from bewilder.
ment.
You act as though you had en-
countered ghost" was the laughing
retort
Lyman collected his wits sufficiently
to introduce his friend, who pinched
him on the sly and whispered:
You're a rare humbug Home body!
Calico wrappers. Good Lord! Tell
that to some other scout"
Lyman had hardy recovered his COM
posture when they reached home.
Mrs. Lyman led the trio, and was
cordial in seconding her husband S
hospitality, remarking ingeniously: Il
am afraid you will find things rather
muddled ] have been out all the af-
ternoon, and left the children playing
circus"
Lyman scarcely recognized his
home, in which disorder reigned for
the first time, and he was almost
speechless with modification and dis
appointment when they sat down to a
dinner of tough fried steak lumpy
mashed potatoes and soggy bread. sup
plemented by a thin lemon pie from a
bakeshop.
The mystified husband felt that he
must be dreaming Mrs. Lyman
seemed sweetly unconcerned, and IN
no way disturbed by the unappetizing
repast or by the laundering service OF
her awkward maid.
Never had her conversation been so
engaging. The visitor thought his host
had developed into a bad practical
joker, and wondered If he would be
able to get satisfactory lunch at the
club.
Lyman finally began to get angry
After the wretched meal was finished,
but not eaten, he contrived to draw
his wife aside, and whispered:
What under heaven do you mean,
Bess. in getting up such dinner-for
company, too"
Il didn't get the dinner" said Bess
innocently
Il should say not" grumbled Ly-
man; but why didn't your"
For two reasons" replied Mrs. Ly-
man, not whit abashed. Il am tired
of being merely a queen of the Gu
linary art, and | am going to try to be
as young and agreeable as Mrs. Hick-
son. 1t would be great fun to be taken
for your second wife.
II have decided that it doesn't pay
to spend so much of my allowance
upon the table 1t shows more in up
to-date clothes.
Hereafter | shall be ready to attend
parties with you. OF course, you will
not mind few extra bills. | know
you must have often been ashamed of
mel have been such frump-but
1t is never too late to mend"