, 1921-01-27
The
Faxon Boomerang
BY N ON

dinner permeated the place. nor did
Mrs. Faxon come to meet hin.
Mrs. Faxon had the c%lub-habit. Mr..
Faxon did not approve, but he liked
peace and quiet in his home.
He scratched u match and applied
II to the burner under his dinner. Mr..
Faxon did not like that stew. but as
1t had to be eaten, best to get ut 1t as
soon as possible and have 1t over with.
The stew had begun to bubble when
Mrs. Faxon came in. Q
Her glance rested a~pprovingly on
the range.
your so handy about the house.
Henry" she said. You're the sort of
husband that it is n comfort to have"
Time was when Mr.. Faxon had fair
ly swelled with pride at his wife's
praise of his domestic accomplish
ments. Now 1t made him feel as
though he ought to go about wearing
a checked blue-and-white Bingham
apron.
He merely grunted unintelligibly as
he watched her take up the dinner.
well" he said, as he followed her
into the dining-room, (which club was
1t today?"
His air was hat of a man deter
mined to know the worst.
"a new one,' said Mrs. Faxon de-
nghtedly.
In Heavens name, Claudia" said
Mr.. Faxon severely, what do you
want of another clubT"
Mrs. Faxon sighed. Henry was such
a difficult person to explain things to.
well, you know she said. making
Il brave attempt at it, "some of the
city officials think that is what
Mrs. Barlow called them-don't do
their duty at all, and we're going to
make them"
How are you going to do it," Mr..
Faxon made haste to get away from
dangerous ground.
SO she said: "We're going to begin
with Judge Sinclair. Why, do you
know, Henry, the s. 2. G. A. had a
man up before hin the other day for
beating a dog, and he actually let him
go. He said the evidence wasn't suffi-
Client to convict him."
$50 we van a letter written to
Judge Sinclair" she said.
YES" said Mr.. Faxon c%heerfully.
And who is to write it?"
You are"
Mr.. Faxon dropped his fork with a
clatter.
Great Scottl" he said. Claudia,
are you crazy7"
Henry" said Mrs. Faxon severely,
you always do attribute the very
worst motives to people. You ought
to be ashamed"
pocket and looked about for a sheet
of paper.
Mrs. Faxon promptly supplied II.
Then Mr.. Faxon handed the finished
epistle to his wife.
She read II attentively and looked
up with beaming eyes.
oh Henry! !" she said.
1T couldn't be better" Mrs. Faxon
assured him earnestly.
He signed 1t, and afterwards won
dered how 1t had come about.
When Mr.. Faxon came home he
found his wife on her knees Ii the
kitchen, coaxing u small gray kitten
to drink more milk thnn was alto
gether good for 1t.
ut was in the alley she ex
planned. And it's been mewing all
day dreadfully. l just couldn't bear
to hear it crying, SO I brought it up
here"
Nj. Faxon went out and closed the
door after him. The kittens voice
rose several octaves and p~iercingly
followed them down the stairs.
oh" walled Mrs. Faxon, what
will Mrs. Sitterlee do? She simply
IN endure noise"
The Sitterlees occupied the fiat just
below the Faxons.
The Faxons then went to the thea
ter. The play was one of the hits of
the season. hut Mrs, Faxon's atten-
ton wandered.
'Three more acts % she exclaimed
Why couldn't they have written 1t In
two as they do comic operaf"
81 know I'm horrid." Mrs. Faxon
a~pologized contritely. 'But / simply
can't get my mind OF that awful kit
ten. Henry. do you suppose It's still
howllng7'
81 don't know said Mr.. Taxon.
"And." he added. with reckless bravo
do, ~ don't care"
Mr.. Faxon opened the door and
stood aside for his wife to pass.
AT any rate" he said, ''the kit
tens quiet now"
SSH" cautioned Mrs. Faxon. ITS
probably asleep. Don't wake H."
He opened the door and had the
surprise of his life.
The kitten apparently was enter
thinning company. II perched on the
knee Of a stout man In a suit of
clothes that spoke for themselves, and
purred loudly.
"W-w-what -" suffered Mr..
Faxon Indignantly.
Thu stout man rose, md thrust nm
al. ~