The Watertown news. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1917-1919, 1917-12-07
WAR GARDENERS
BY LOUISE OLIVER.

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was faint aroma of something cook
ing, just what he could not yet tell,
| but he knew that it came from his own
| kitchen as surely as he knew that the
sun was coming up next morning. AS
he came nearer he was able to diStin-
guish it more clearly-tomatoes in
some process of preservation
How weary he was of this canning.
| Night in and night out it seemed
for weeks and months past it had been
the same thing. He had come home to
find Laura OyerheatCd, Overtired, not
dressed, and her temper at the snap
ping point.
The bungalow as he approached it
| looked so bare and cheerleSS that he
| was almost tempted to turn back to
| the station and take the first train
away from trouble. The porch boxes
that last year had been q varicOlored
mass Of foliage and trailing vines were
now innocent of SO much as q coat of
paint; the awnings, so bravely and
cheerfully striped year before, hung
| stained and respondent frOmsdry, duS-
| ty caves; the flower beds formerly
| gOrged with peOnies, big orange pop
pies, roses and thousand varieties of
aid lawn, had given way to a vegetable
garden.
But Fred's thoughts were bitter, not
| 50 much on account Of the war dress
Of the house as with conditions with
in. He thought of Mary Ann, that
precious family jewel who had come
to live with them after the honeymoon,
| and of the three delectable meals he
and Laura had sat down to every day.
Mary Ann had left at Christmas But
| the worst of the whole thing was
| Laura's Unsuitable penchant for cam
| ming.
''FOr goodness sake, can't you ever
| get throughY Fred had asked despOnd-
emily the day before, when Laura up
to her neck in pear butter, had set
him down to fried egg and potato
on the corner of the kitchen table.
Goodness, no! There are the toma-
| toes yet and picalilh and catsupW 4.
| Fred did not argue. But he smelled
| the tomatoes now and predicted an
other triangular meal in the kitchen.
He was rght-almOst-eX that
| tonight's meal had but one dimension
| "a baked potato.
81 was just too tired to cook, Fred"
declared Laura YEARLY.
And then Fred said things he'd never
| meant to say about coming home to
| mussed-up house and dickens-of-a-
| looking wife, and flung out Of the
| kitchen and out of the house, climbed
on the train, got a seat on the river
| side, and settled back for his twenty
| minute ride.
| Suddenly some one leaned forward
and said in his ear, you're getting
| back early, my boy"
Fred turned in surprise. Tt was old
Mr.. Prompter, the senior partner and
| by long odds the hardest worker in the
| firm in spite of his age. He was very
rich and lived in q fashionable section
two stations beyond Fred.
Fred said something about his din
ner, but the old man was deaf, some
what; moreover, he was changing his
seat to talk to Fred.
81 was just thinking" the old man
was saying, chat our young men in
| the office weren't taking the interest
| in the business they ought to, but it
| seems Pm wrong. I'm glad to see, my
| boy, that you are willing to do your bit
| in this sudden extra pressure Of work"
Little by little it was soaking in.
| that Fred was going back to the office
to work like himself And Fred was
too paralyzed to enlighten him.
| "After ALL" thought Fred, SIT won't
| hurt to let him think I'm a little tin
| angel. I've been after a raise and this
may help some. I'll go get a bite
| somewhere, telephone to Laura and
humor the old chap by working like
a sailor all evening"
| That night Fred came tiptoeing in
at twelve o'clock fearful of waking his
wife, but she was sitting up sewing be-
side the living room lamp and looking
| like his honeymoon wife of last year.
She was dressed in a gown he liked
and her hair, always lovely, looked
| prettier than it had for months.
Before Fred could say word Laura
sprang up. "POor dearie, you must be
tired. Come on and sit down and We'll
| have one of our old parties. I've been
an awful person to you lately, and I'm
never, never never going to put up an
other thing and neglect my house and
husband as long as I live, war or no
war"
Fred took her in his arms and patted
her head tenderly. listen, dearie, it's
| the best investment you ever made.
Old Prompter got so worked up when
was the only one who turned up for
work that he-youll never guess 1.-THE
took me into the firm. That baked po-
| tato meant thousands of dollars year
to US. You'd better put it in alcohol
on the mantle"
| Copyright. 1917, by the Mcclure Newspa-
| per Syndicate)
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