Clearwater Republican. [volume] (Orofino, Idaho) 1912-1922, 1921-06-10


flights of stairs and lei himself into
his fat with his latch-key.
No pleasant odor Of nicely cooked
dinner permeated the place, nor did
Mrs. Faxon come to meet him.
Mrs. Faxon had the club-habit. Mr..
Fuxon did not approve, but he liked
peace and quiet in his home.
He scratched match and applied
II to the burner under his dinner. Mr..
Faxon did not like that stew, but as
It had to be eaten, best to get at 1t as
soon as possible and have 1t over with.
The stew had begun to bubble when
Mrs. FaXon came in.
We'll" he said. as he followed her
into the dining-room, (which club was
II today?"
His air was that of man deter
mined TO know the worst.
"A new one" said Mrs. Faxon de-
lightedly.
I'm Heavens name, Claudia said
Mr.. Faxon severely. what do you
want of another club?'
Mrs. Faxon sighed Henry was such
a difficult person to explain things to.
well, you know" she said, making
a 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.
CO Oh 10 N
with Judge Sinclair Why, do you
know, Henry, the S. p. c. A. had a
man up before him the other day for
beating dog. and he actually let him
CO. He said the evidence wasn't suffi-
Gent to convict him."
$50 we want 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 a
clatter.
Great Scott!' he said Claudia,
are you crazy?"
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 it attentively and looked
up with beaming eyes.
"Oh! Henry!' she said.
ut couldn't be BETTER" Mrs Faxor
assured him earnestly
He signed it, and afterwards won
dered how 1t had come about.
When Mr.. Faxon came home h,
found his wife on her knees in tn,
kitchen. coaxing small gray kitteI
10 drink more milk than was alto
. gether good for it.
at was in the alley" she ex
planned. And it's been mewing al
day dreadfully. / just couldn't bea
to hear 1t crying. so ] brought ii vi
here"
The Faxons then went TO the thea
ter. The play was one of the hits O
the season. but Mrs. Faxon's atten
ton wandered.
Three more acts !" she exclaime
pettishly at the end of the first one
Why couldn't they have written 1t i
two rs they do comic opera?"
II know Pm horrid." Mrs. Faxo
npOlOgized contritely. But l simpl
cant get my mind of that awful XII
ten. Henry, do you suppose It's sti
howling?"
II don't KNOW" said Mr.. Faxol
And" he added. with reckless brav,
do. II don't care"
Mr.. Faxon opened the door an
stood aside for his wife to pass.
AT any rate, he said, "the XII
tens quiet now"
Ssh" cautioned Mrs. Faxon. at
probably asleep. Don't wake It,"
He opened the door and had n
surprise of his life.
The kitten apparently was ente
tanning company. 1t perched on Il
knee Of a stout man In a suit
clothes that spoke for themselves, nj
purred loudly.
"W-w-what -" stuftered Al
FaxOn Indignantly.
The stout man rose, and thrust 4
ofiicial-looking document at the =
t0nished Mr.. Faxon.
Warrant for your arrest, SIR"
said briskly.
Mrs. Faxon shrieked, but Mr.. Faxo
red and angry demanded an explain
ton, and suggested mistake.
"Oh, guess not said the sto
man, "when nice, quiet animal III
this" - he strOked the kitten tn
chung to him affectionatey, and N
Faxon smiled acknowledgements
that the neighbOrs send In II col
plant, and we find II with its he,