The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-11-07
DOMESTIC DAYS
By RoY U. MCARpNLL

OoaNo lhAI lalrly Broaneu Wltn 2 would say. At least, there was ecorned beef and cabbage for dinner,
 which appealed to MT. Jarr.
 T tell you, there's nothing like
 home, sweet home, after all," re-
 marked MT. Jarr as he reached for
 the mustard.
 T don't want any cabbage" said
 little Emma Jarr; T don't like it."
 declared the maternal disciplinarian.
 "1f you don't eat your cabbage you
 can't have any pie" s There was no pie, and the little girl
 knew it. There was rice pudding 1 which was not very popular with | little Miss Jarr. So she pushed away her plate.
 Don't worry about the child, my dear" ventured MT. Jarr. There you gog exclaimed Mrs. l, Jarr. What good does 1t do for me | to try to correct the children when you uphold them in everything they
 do?'
 ] "oh, cheer up, my dear" advised ] MT. Jarr, and get some joy out of ! life."
 "Td be happy enough if you wouldn't uphold the children and en- { courage them," remarked Mrs. Jarr
 1IOOh. MaSIeT JaTr,
 Emma has spilled the salt" l. That's the sign of a fight" whim- pered Mrs. Jarr. You naughty,
 careless girl, you should be more
 careful at the table. And look at your hands! Little girls shouldn't ] come to tho table with hands like ! that.'
 At this remark Master Jarr be-
 trayed himself by thrusting his
 hands into his pockets.
 Both of you children leave the { table at once and wash your hands," ] she cried.
 After they were gone Mrs. Jarr re- {; marked again that the children 1 would behave themselves if MT. Jarr { did not encourage them ]. T don't see why it is our chill ] dren should be different from other ! children" ventured MT. Jsrr. T /. when l was a boy" , Mrs. Mildew's children never ! come to the table with dirty hands" said Mrs. Jarr. They eat in the 1 nursery with the nursery governess, , and they are as neat as wax" 1 Yes, and they look like wax" having children if they eat in the k nursery? Even if l could afford it, l wouldn't have a nursery"
 Edward Jarr!' cried Mrs. Jarr
 Look at your handsn
 It's only a little ink" numbled
 Mir. Jarr. Honest, it's only ink" But he rose abashed and joined the children at their ablutions.
 Mrs Jarr smiled to herself after he had departed. T think he'll
 never grow up," she said softly to
 herself. Hell still be a boy when
 he is baldheaded."
 But she still pretended to be cross
 when they all returned to the table.
 Mrs. Jarr was somewhat alarmed
 when MT. Jarr arrived home early in
 the afternoon, as his appearance at
 this unusual hour caused her to fear F he had received notice that his serv- ices were no longer required at his place of employment.
 But MT. Jarr set these alarms to
 rest by assuring her 1t was one of
 his lucky days. Why" he further
 explained, T escaped from having to
 serve as juryman." Mrs. Jarr was dressing little Emma
 to go to g. chtldren's party, and in s her excitement at MT. Jarr's news
 she dug the comb into the tender
 scalp of the little girl. who walled in ! pain.
 When quiet was restored, MT. Jarr
 repeated: Yes, I came near being
 taken as juror, but they wouldn't have me-"
 Why not?" asked Mrs. Jarr. "The defense objected to me-" re- why did they objectr inquired { Mrs. Jarr. "why didn't you tell them you were as good as they were?"
 What MT. Jarr said in reply was lost in the howls of the little girl.
 T never saw such a child" said Mrs. Jarr complainingly. There! Does that hurt you?' The little girl quieted. MT. Jarr re- < marked he was glad he escaped as it might have been a prisoner for ] week.
 why a prisoner?" asked Mrs. Jarr. Had you done anything? How did \ you get mixed up in such ease" Here she bore down on the comb { again. and the little girl yelled in protest at being punished in vicarlous ] atonement for the parental sins. Don't be silly" said Mr. Jarr. "But even if you must roast me with ' out cause, go gently with the child" T won't go gently with anybodyw ! cried Mrs Jarr. At least I'm try ing to bring my children up right, < but when their own father comes lvorce cases and such things, I can't { control myself" And here she rap ped the little girl on the head with the comb.
 ' Do be reasonable my oear, ao- l vised MT. Jarr. "I know nothing of the case and was only rejected as 1 juror because I told the lawyer for the defense in answer to his ques- ton, that I was most happily mar i ried."
 You shouldn't have discussed our [ private affairs that way" remarked Mrs. Jarr severely. I "Oh. come now" replied Mir. JSrr. "Wouid you have preferred me to be
 If I hadn't preferred you to be ac { cepted." remarked Mrs. Jarr. i l wouldn't have accepted you. But did x they ask you if I was happily mar 2 ried?"
 MT. Jarr smiled and answered that he supposed they took 1t for granted Then he gave Mrs. Jarr and the little t girl each kiss and the incident was N closed.
 But Mrs. Jarr told him later that f she was sorry he did not stay around K the court to tell her about the case, Eff the case was at all interesting, and most divorce cases were at least that ! FIR TRIMMED COAT