Bogalusa enterprise and American. (Bogalusa, La.) 1918-19??, 1921-03-03
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BY ALMA sILvANIUs.

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Is. 1890. by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.
"All there is in the papers thesr
| days is woman suffrage clubs and
voting" remarked Tom Brown TO hi.
wife.
I'D hate to have a woman running
round to such places and neglecting
her home"
my house isn't neglected; is it
IomY she inquired.
i should say not, and I'm glad you
!, don't get such ideas ia your head"
Mrs. Carlisle has invited me to go
to the city with the members of her
club next Monday" his wife went on.
"Umph, grunted Tom, remembering
that that was the day the women of
Woodville registered. and he stroIled
out to the barn.
Poor TOm," smiled Mrs. Brown to
herself. He's the best husband in the
world, but oh, so awfully selfshl"
All the next day Tom racked his
brain to find some excuse to keep his
wife at home, but none could he find
until Saturday when Bill Hanson, a
neighbor, expressed a desire to go to
the city. Tom eagerly offered the use
of his buggy and driving mare. which
surprising offer was eagerly accepted.
Early Monday morning the mare was
slyly driven out and delivered into
fbn hands D3I1
Serenely unconscious of her hus-
bands maneuvers, Mrs. Brown hustled
about the house preparing dinner
Flaky pies were set on the long shelf
on the screened porch to COOL and the
odor Of roast chicken issued from the
kitchen door.
After dinner Tom fingered about the
house in an unaccountable manner,
while his wife hurried around clear
ing the table and piling the dishes into
the pan.
Hadn't you better be hitching up,
Tom? I'm almost ready" she said
Tom rather overacted his start Of
surprise.
"Why, did you mean to go2" he ask
ed innocently. II wish I'd known.
thought you'd given up. I've gone and
let Bill Hanson take Kitty and the
buggy"
Mrs. Brown regarded her husband |
with an odd little smile.
"Oh, WE'LL" she returned suddenly,
that's all right. thought you might |
be busy, so partly arranged to go
with Mrs. Carlisle"
Tom gazed helplessly at her a mo- I
ment then went out and banged the
door.
IF that woman don't beat ALL" he
muttered. "I'll bet she knew all the
time what / was about. believe Pu
go right in and forbid her to 60"
Assuming a resolute and courageous
air he marched back to the house. On
he step he halted in uncertainty. He
looked into the kitchen. His wife was
lOt in sight.
The pantry door stood partly open,
he key in the lock.
She might be in there. He listened.
Ees-he could hear her moving about.
Ills eyes glOwed with sudden resolu-
ion.
He tiptoed lightly across the floor,
oftly closed the door, turned the key
md dropped it in his pocket.
I've fixed it this time," he chuckled.
She won't like it, guess, but l won't
ave it said that my wife is gadding
FOUND to the polls" Then Tom went
own to the garden.
A few hours later a buggy came rum
ling down the road.
1t stopped at the Brown gate and a
roman alighted.
Tom saw her and stared. If he
vasn't mistaken that woman was his
life. Yes-it was Abbie. She met
Inn with no sign Of embarrassment.
IAN late. Temp she inquired.
"Abbie," he said, solemnly, "how did
on get out Of that pantry?
The woman looked startled. 1.-THE
antry," she echoed. "Why, Tom,
hat do you mean?" He stared at her
moment in silence.
Somebody" he began, then stopped.
Well, locked the pantry" he fin
he'd, rather lamely. Without stop
ng to say any more they entered the
)use together. Tom sat down in the
lair his wife pushed toward him.
Happy birthday" she exclaimed
lyly, throwing pair of new slippers
Jon his lap.
'My birthday" ne calculated, "and
! forgotten all about it. Is that why
u went to town. "a
"Of course it was" laughed Abbie.
ust see what else I've got" She B
arted toward the pantry and with a
dden recollection Tom rose and fol-
wed her. He drew the key from his
cket and the two stared at each ;,
her. !,
Strange sounds were issuing from -
thin.
Tom jerked the door open and stood
zing at the scene before him. Seat
with his head back to the wall snor-