The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1921-01-29
The
Faxon Boomerang
By UNA HUDSON
(Copyrigh t.)


Mr.. Faxon labOriously climbed two
flights of stairs and let himself into
his fiat with his latch-key.
No pleasant odor of nicely cooked
dlnner permeated the place, nor did
Mrs. FaXon come to meet him.
Mrs. FaXon had the club-habit. Mr..
Fnxon 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
1t had to be eaten, best to get at it as
soon as possible and have it 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
1t tOday?"
His air was that of a man deter
mined TO know the worst.
"A new one" said Mrs. FaxOn de-
lightedly.
"In Heavens name, Claudia" said
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
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.
So she said "We're going to begin
with Judge Sinclair. Why, do you
know, Henry, the S. p. C. A. had a
man up before him the other day for
beating a dog. and he actually let him
go. He said the evidence wasn't suffi-
cient to convict him"
$50 we want letter written to
Judge Sinclair" she said.
yes" said Mr.. Faxon cheerfully.
sand 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 a 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.
ooh! Henryl" she said.
ut couldn't be better" Mrs. Faxon
assured him earnestly.
He signed it, and afterwards won
dered how it had come about.
When Mr.. FaxOn came home he
found his wife on her knees in the
kitchen, coaxing small gray kitten
to drink more milk than was alto
gether good for 1t.
ut was In the alley" she eH
planned. "And it's been mewing all
day dreadfully. 1 just couldn't bear
to hear it crying, so / brought it up
here"
The FaxOns then went to the thea
ter. The play was one Of the hits of
the season, but Mrs. Faxon's atten-
ton wandered.
Three more acts!" she exclaimed
pettishly at the end of the first one.
why couldn't they have written it in
two as they do comic Opera?"
II know Pm horrid," Mrs. Faxon
apologized contritely. "But / simply
can't get my mind off that awful kit
ten. Henry, do you suppose it's still
howling"
Il don't know" said Mr.. Faxon.
"And," he added, with reckless bravo
do, Il 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"
"Sh!" cautioned Mrs. Faxon. Its
probably asleep. Don't wake it,"
He opened the door and had the
surprise of his life.
The kitten apparently was enter
tanning company. 1t perched on the
knee Of stout man in a suit of
clothes that spoke for themselves, and
purred loudly.
"W-w-what - suffered Mr..
Faxon Indignantly.
The stout man roee, and thrust an
official-looking dociment at the as
tonished Mr.. Faxon.
Warrant for your arrest, sir" he
said briskly. II
Mrs. Faxon shriekedk but Mr.. Faxon
red and angry, demaPded an explana-
ton, and suggested q mistake.
"Oh, guess not" said the stout
man, when a nice, quiet animal like
this" he stroked the kitten that
chung to him affectionately, and Mr..
Faxon smiled ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS so
that the neighbors send in a COM
plant, and We find it with its head