Norwich bulletin., 1916-03-08
MODERN EFFICIENCY

loved's fair brow, he triumphantly folded his numerous sheets of figure filtered paper.
 Next evening at dinner Mir. Newly wed was in equally high and jubilant spirits.
 "Golly, this beef actually tastes bet ter than yesterday. You're a wonder ful little cook! And fried potatoes always did tickle my palate. Yes, sir! we're going to get rich quick" he gleefully remarked.
 Catching the fever of such predom- mating enthusiasm and with the passing compliment ringing in her ears, the wonderful cook declared her husband just ''the most wonderful man ever."
 Tuesday went off in clock-Iike or der in full accordance with the pro- gramme. No question about 1t, sys- team combined with common sense produced efficiency!
 Thursday morning MT. Newlywed sally bound for the office, merrily sang out. 'Remember, Cutie, just that soup and the Indian pudding tonight!" l was a busy and eventful day at
 work. Six o'clock found the young man still deeply engrossed in a huge
 pile of papers. As he furiously dug
 his pen into the ledgers, l. M. Chief, Esq, the boss, strode up and skipping the surprised clerk on the back, heart fly exclaimed, shut up shop now, Newlywed. and we'll talk over this matter you've so ably handled. Would it inconvenience you if I took that promised run out to your home for dinner? I've always wanted to see your charming wife in her little nest. Then we can kill two birds with the same stone. Come, let's be off" The young mans heart sank with | in him. Immediately visions of steaning Irish stew and course brown
 pudding arose loomingly before him. ] He glanced furtively at the clock. As solutely too late to warn Ethel. What 1 a fix. Well did Newlywed know that | success in putting this deal through
 meant promotion. What was he to do? 1 Half an hour later. just as the fIus- i terated young cook was poiningly l giving up in despair, the well-knOWn 1 rattle of the latchkey announced her ! lOrdShip'S homecoming. Seized with | a sUden and accountable impulse, she | palyfuIy grabbed up the huge cook ! ing pot containing the steaming stew table. Expecting to hear some such ] nOsensical cry as Stew to the frOnti' | from her impetuOuS husband, she awaited his usual noisy entrance Amazed she beheld him step quietly into the room followed by the Corpu- lent and beaming "Boss". If only tho floor would open and swallow her up! Abashed she instinctively ripped of her cheCkered apron. For a long seemingly endless moment, her eye! heIplcssly dwell on her mates for
 lOrn face with it's expression of ont
 just having lost every worldly pos
 session.
 "Ah! Do I smell stew?" exclaimed
 the polished society man as he an ticipatingly rubbed his hands and in
 quisitively sniffed the air. 'I haven
 had any for ages, and oh, how l ador
 it."
 Despite the combined bIunderlng at | ttempts of the young couple to apolo
 gize for the miserable meal, tn smooth and fiOwery remarks and eas,
 simple fare into a banquet. But neve did any two suffer more or eat les than this distressed host and hostess No nightmare ould be more Ehastly With a sigh or genuine relief MI ] Newlywed arose from the disorders 7 table and eagerly led the way to tn 3 cOsey sitting room. Here, after
 lengthy discussion, the boss" as suring them that never had he spen a more delightful evening and als casually informing Newlywed that h . might change his quarters to the rooT 3 upon whose glass door were emblaz r oned the gold letters of mana ger, . bade tho bewildered young couple . fond farewell.
 Q E;roathIessly and speechlessIy tn s two stared at each other as the apart
 ment door closed upon the broad bac = of their departing guest. Then, lik y the true woman that she was, the ia n bride sobbingly fell upon her lover n neck, bursting out between snuffles: s oh. how l h Ea that detestable ma n who wrote that hOrrid old article o e Modern Efficiency What will yOI q boss ever think of me? l shall sin = ply die"
 n There, there, love. It was O bull S dinner comforted the husband wit = a vain attempt at bravado.
 "Yes. and-er what's more-P' e only got TS cents left for the rest O the week. So there" moaned Il S grief-stricken hOuselleeper, gTaspir e this opportunity for such a startliI d confession.
 e Cheer up. Behold the new manage e Oh, hang Modern Efficiency Tn k mans way off his track. Let's forg l. all about it. Who ever said he had Il It right idea, anyway replied the di
 gusted husband as he affectionate le kissed away all traces of tears.-Bo in ton Post.