Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1918-12-22
BATHROOM SCREEN
By JULIA 4. ROBINSON.
I9JS. by Mcclure NeWspape Syndicate.)

dered-but screen, window screen it was mystery.
 Mrs. Weed had looked for it "just
 everywhere" but could not find it. All the other screens were fitted in
 the windows; this was needed. Flies were beginning to come. What was to be done? ..s
 Father you must know where that
 screen Is; you put 1t away" Mrs. Weed said to her husband. Those that hide
 surely ought to be able to find" "l don't know where 1t is, mother I've looked for 1t everywhere. l don't know a thing about 1t. I cont remem- Der putting it away" a
 These two good people had the old fashioned habit of calling each other father" and "mother' in 2 real honey, loving way.
 "WeIl, you put it away, I'm sure of that, and YOU ought to know where it
 is," asserted his gentle wife, with un-
 usual decision. She was generally
 quiet, but now she was decidedly ruff
 fled. ''I haven't touched it" she went
 on; "'tisn't likely anyone has stolen
 it; there are plenty of things they'd
 take sooner than that" :
 That's so!' asserted her, husband,
 with troubled look; :"but really
 can't think what can have become of
 1t. It can't have walked off; but l
 don't believe h's in the house, and
 I've looked down .cellar-I wish I knew
 what did with it."
 It worried him much to have his
 wife even fnsinilate that he was in the
 wrong. Surely he had done his best
 to find the screen. If it had disap-
 peared it was not his fault, and he didn't see how he was to blame for 1t, if 1t wasn't his doing.
 You must have put it somewhere
 ing to clear himself and to ward off
 her displeasure. :: 'I .didn't, father!'. You know didn't. 1 haven't touched 1t; l guess know! You have hidden it sOme-
 where, that's all there is about it, The flies are coming in, and l can't
 stand flies. They'll be all over the house before you know it." These two worthy people had lived together as man and wife for more
 than forty years, and had never been
 known to quarrel. Yet now they were
 just on the.tverge of a storm-and all for the sake of window screen. So little a thing 1t takes sometimes to break up the harmony and peace of home; life, and to separate even the dearest and truest friends. ''So great d matter a little fire kindleth!" '" Mrs. Weed hustled about, rather sul. lenly, for she wanted her husband to understand that she was thoroughly displeased with him, finished her work, dressed and started for downtown. She closed the bathroom window, however, before she went out. If you can't find the screen, you've got to have the
 window down. and smother" she af- flrmed. in q decided voice. !. MT. Weed was left alone, standing in the middle of the kitchen floor. Ills face wrinkled. "It's strange where thdt screen; could have gone to-" he muttered. "I hate to have mother so put out about" it-it must be sOme- where, that's certain. 1 guess I'll just
 give another look about. though T ypose 'twon't do any good.' Mir. Weed spent an hour in his
 search, going from attic to cellar, but all with no avail. "I knew it" he said to himself. iYt'S no uSe"
 At last quite. wearied with his fruit less toll. painting and dazed, he stood
 still in the front hall, scratched his
 head, and tried to think, for he hated , to give:it up. after all.
 Suddenly Mr. Weed gave q jump. "By lingo! Whats that?" he cried. His eye had caught the sight of something behind the glass. Only a
 small portion of 1t could be seen on
 either side of the glass and through
 the flgree work. He hastily pulled
 it out; and there was the lost screen!
 ''Ha, hap he, laughed, "there that
 screen has been all the time! We
 weren't very smart not to see it right
 before our faces I am going to put
 1t ill the window and see what moth-
 er1l say when she comes horne."
 Of course. Mrs. Weed discovered the
 screen the first thing. ''Where did you
 find it, ,father?"'. she asked. . !. !, "Why, mother, what do you think?
 Twas right before, our faces and eyes
 all; the time if it had been bear
 3would have bitten us-'twas right in
 the. front hall. behind the hat-tree-
 and-come to think of it. I put it there
 myself when I brought the screens
 down from the attic-I never thought
 of it. So twas all my fault. mother. Pm the one who hid it. and I'll take
 all the blame," he laughed.
 But I told you to put it there, fa- ther!" returned his wife. Don't you remember, said it would be out of
 the way there for time? l ought to
 have thought of it. So you see I'm the one who's to blame, after all"