The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1916-08-29
TheErening Story
When He Was a Bachelor.
Uspyr,sh, ,sfs. BY w. werner

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ssCertainly,s asssnted Smith,
Sheusework n like any other en-
p1cynieBt- monotonous. But It's ne
<ossary and must be done. Now
when I was a bachelor" He got
10 further.
Mrs. Smith could not conceal her
4 Irritation. She sasped. Then she
4 cIspped both hands TO her ears TO
( shnt ont the sound and fed from
the room. Smith looked after her
A establishment. Now, what In
. GamhiIl is the matter with Mary,
he wondered. She seems 70 be out
of patience"
hut Mrs. Smith knew. when he
kwas q bachelor" She almost wished
Smith had remained in his former
! state OF bachelorhOod. She nung
\ herself upon the bed, her nerves
y keyed up 10 such tension another
word would have snapped them
3 She was six years a wife and during
The six years Smiths continual rel
4 ersnce 10 his h0usewifely skill dur
lmg bis days ot bacheiorhood had
Z become a bug bear to his inexperi'
onced wife. No matter what was
tie cause of vexation-failure OF
ne bread 10 rise "a IL should, the
boiling over OF the coffee, steak
over or undsrdone. butter that re-
fused to gather or the jelly that
wouidn't jell--anything, everything.
mo matter what, brought from Smith
- reminiscence OF something that
had happened 10 him when ne was
bachelor and kept house for him
inejf. The worst OF II all was--to
heor him tell the story--he invaria-
bly, came of conqueror In whatever
fruuble he had to struggle with.
His pies always came from the oven
;nolicately Drowned on top; his bread
well. he could make the best
;1read--um-m! And when IL came
20 buckwhest cakes and smothereG
Eehicken--mother had nothing on
him; not on your life. And talking
about butter-he had once taken
;Du1ss for butter making at the coun-
~ fair---yes. really.
A Mrs. Smith lay on her bed and
starred MP at the ceiling. II her
Ithoughts turned regretfully back to
- tiny country school house with
~ salary Of $50 q month. and no
'1hastly cook stove looming dsrkly
~ the background to mar her peace
- . hot summer day. who can
Name her. or course IL was all
rat that John should know how 10
oopk. His mother. having no girls, |
nd always taught her boys house
ytfely knowledge. while she had
me constantly to school until her
G1aduation. and thence TO a country
onhoolroom TO teach. On her mar
xlage the art OF housekeeping was
- be learned, and John taught her.
4 Whatever her thoughts were,
harp wrap upon the door brought
hor 10 her feet. Before she could
~ out the door few open and Bet
~ Deane, Johns cousin from tie
city, breezed In. I'm the dumps, |
- believe" cries Mistress Betty,
1uttins ON her wraps. What's the
latter nowg Out with the trouble
Mrs. Smith smiled, though she
|zvas still in . nervous tremor. It's
Rally nothing she denied, meth
'1og at all" Then she burst out,
sQnly-- you see. John was a bache-
1T long while before we were
1narried. and his mother had taught
HIM how to cook. Somehow he
Seems never TO have had any fail
nres I can't manage H. A new
sproblem comes up every day. am
4 failure as a housekeeper and John
beminds me many times day o.
now be managed when he was
tachelor and kept house for him