Greenbrier independent. [volume] (Lewisburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1859-1980, 1921-03-25
The
Faxon Boomerang
By UNA HUDSON

NSOpyrlSht.l
Mr.. FaNon laboriously climbed two
lights OF stairs and let himself into
his flat with his lutch-kcy.
No pleasant odor of a nicely cooked
dinner permeuted the place, nor did
AIRS. FaXon come to meet him.
Mrs. FaXon had the club-habit. Mr..
FnX"n did not approve, but he liked
peace and quiet in his home.
He scratched a match and applied
1t to the burner under his dinner. Mr..
FaXon did not like that stew. but as
IT had to be eaten best to get at it as
soon as possible and have 1t over with.
The stew had begun to bubble when
Mrs. FaNon came in.
Her glance rested apprOvingly on
the range.
You're SO handy about the house.
henry" she said. you're the sort Of
husband that 1t is a comfort to have"
Time was when Mr.. FaXon had fuir-
~ swelled with pride at his wife's
praise of his domestic accomplish
mentS. Now 1t made him feel as
though he ought to 60 abou, wearing
apron.
He merely gruntcd unintclligibiy as
lie watched her take up the dinner.
WELL he said, as he followed her
into the dining-room, (which club was
it today?"
His air was that of man deter
mined to know the worst.
"A new one" said Mrs. Fnxon de-
llghtedly.
I'm Heavens name, Claudia." suid
Mr.. FaXon severely. what do you
want Of another club?"
Mrs. FaXOn sighed. Henry was such
difficult person to explain things to-.
"Well, you know" she said, making
brave attempt ut 1t, ''sOlne Of the
city officials-I think that is what
Mrs. Barlow called them-don't do
their duty at all. and we're going to
make Them"
f'aXon 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. +. G. \. had a
man up before him the other day for
beating dog, and he actually let him
go. He suid the evidence wasn't suffi-
cient to convict him."
$50 we want II letter written to
Judge Sinclair" she said.
"Yes." said Mr.. Faxon cheerfully.
And who Is to write it,"
You are"
Mr.. FaxOn dropped his fork with Il
clattcr.
'Great Scott" he said. "Clnudia,
are. you crazyl"
Henry" said Mrs. Faxon severely,
"you always do attribute the very
worst motives to people. You ought
to be ashamed
He took his fountain pen from his
pocket and looked about for sheet
of paper.
Mrs. FaXon promptly supplied 1t.
Then Mr.. FaxOn handed the finished
epistle To his wife.
She read II attentlvcly and looked
up with beaming eyes.
"Oh! Henry" she said.
at couldn't be better" Mrs. Faxon
assured him earnestly.
lie signed il. and afterwards won
dercd how 1t had come about
When Mr. FaX0n came home nc
found his wife on her knees I'm the
Kitchen, coaXing small gray kitten
to drink more milk than was alto
gether good for ii.
ut was In the alley" she e1.
plained. "And It's been newing all
day drcadfully. I just couldn't bear
to hear it crying, so l brought it up
here"
Mr.. FaxOn went out and closed the
door after him. The kittens volcy
rose several octaves and plercingly
followed them down the stairs.
"Oh," walled Mrs. Faxon, "what
will Mrs. Sitterlee DOT She simply
cannot endure noise"
The Sltterlees occupied tho fat just
below the Faxons.
The Faxon8 then went to the thea.
ter. The play was one Of the hits OF
tho season, but Mrs. Faxon's atten.
ton wandered.
"Three moro acts!" she exclaimed
Dettlshly at the end Of the first one
why couldn't they have written it III
two as they do comic opcra?"
II know Pm horrid," Mrs. Fnxor
apologizcd contritely. "But I simply
can't get my mind off that awful kit
ten. Henry. do you suppose It's still
howlinG:"