The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1921-06-10

| nat nealLny meal LOT grown
man." he mumbled, nothing but lot
of scraps"
Il can't help it." retorted Beatrice,
her brown eyes swapping. 1--WE been
housekeeping all day, and I'm tired
to death"
you look it," said Allan grimly, his
gray eyes travelling from his wife's I'M
tidy dark hair to her flushed face and
! rumpled hOuSedresS. You used to
keep yourself up and be full of fun at
supper time and play to me evenings"
he continued reproachfully. land now
you are always too tired and don't
even change your dress"
1T is easy enough for you to talk"
flashed Beatrice. you can keep your
self spick and span all day in the Of
fee with no dirty work to do" and
she glared resentfully at her hus-
| bands smooth, brown hair, clear brown
skin and immaculate clothes. 1--WE
can't afford to have the cleaning done,
and so l have TO do it, and you can't
expect me to do everything else be-
| Sides"
Huh! Spring house cleaning again
Beautiful spring." growled Allan.
Beatrice frigidly cleared the table
and then went to bed in naughty 81
lence, while Allan read and rested and
then wondered what made him such
crouch lately.
The next morning Allan hustled up
first and brought his wife cup Of
coffee before she was out of bed.
Thought you might like an extra
rest" he smiled sheepishly.
"Oh. that's dear Of you" responded
Beatrice, quickly, as she Rugged him
In affectiOnate remOrse.
''I've had my breakfast, and you try
and take it easy today" said Allan as
he left for the train.
snow, isn't that just like manT
thought Beatrice, as she began to
dress. "There is so much to be done;
curtains to iron, paint to clean and
windows to wash. Oh dear! / get
so tired and cross. In all our five
years of married life we have never
quarreled so much as we have lately.
Allan is so unreasonable sometimes,
and can't bear to have our nice
new home get dirty. but this house
cleaning takes the heart out Of me-"
A part Of verse she had once read
came suddenly to her mind:
Yes. clean your house-and clean your
barn in every part:
I But-in housekeeping time don't forget
to clean your heart,
''That'S funny idea" she unused.
II wonder if housecleaned my heart
what I'd do? 1 suspect I'd throw away
some selfishness and envy, and scrub
out some stubbornness, and iron the
wrinkles out of my patience and SYM
pathy. Then I'd polish my musical
talents and make the rooms all shin
ing with the brushes of tenderness
and love-"
She laughed at the whimsical idea.
II think I'll try change" she final
| ly decided. II don't need to get all
my hard work done at once, anyway.
I've been too much the housekeeper
and not enough the home-maker Of
this family"
Allan had been through a trying
day, for orders had gone aStray, his
best clerk away and ineficiency caus-
ing trouble. He sighed with relief as
he started for home, and then his
spirits sank.
mo rest for the wicked" he
groaned inwardly. "This is house
cleaning time and it's 'pickups' for
me again, suppose. Well, it's up to
me to smile and bear it."
He squared his shoulders and whis-
tied loudly as he ran up the steps Of
his pretty suburban cottage. The
door opened quickly and Beatrice said
smilingly:
"Hello, honey, 1 was watching for
you. Isn't it lovely spring evening"
Allan looked at her in pleased sur
prise. Her wavy black hair was pref
tily coiled with little curls tempting
kisses around her ears. Her brown
eyes sparkled and her cheeks glowed
family pink and cool. Her green and
white dress was one that he especially
admired, and crisp, ruffied apron
swung saucily as she went into the
dining room.
Mullins tonight, dearie," she said,
cheerily, as she brought in the supper.
Allan sighed with satisfaction at the
taste of the hot mullins and juicy
steak. The silver shone, the dainty
china glistened, there was vase of
jOnquils in the center of the table and
opposite him his wife talked merrily
of the news Of the day.
"There's no place like home" he
declared, appreciatively.
'I'n pack the dishes and play to you
awhile" said Beatrice, after her hus-
band had eaten so much that he had
to kiss the cook.
Allan leaned back comfortably in
his favorite chair, listening in perfect
enjoyment as Beatrice played piece
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