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Show The Way of a 2flTan. Brown got up tho other morning with a dark red gleam in his eyes and a dark brown taste In his mouth, but as ho descended to the breakfast-room he assumed a cheerfulness that was Intended In-tended to conceal his condition from Mrs. Brown. "Ah, my dear," said he, rubbing his hands briskly as he approached the table, "what have wef for breakfast this morning?" "Nothing much, Walter," she replied. "Just some nice cantaloupe 'and some bacon and eggs." Brown choked a hiccough before it reached the surface, but lost Ills grip on his good intentions In strangling it "Bacon and eggs!" he 9nliTed. "Good heavens, woman! Can't you ever think of anything else? We've had bacon and eggs every morning for six weeks!" "If you can wait a few minutes, dear, I'll have the cook broil a chicken for you." Mrs. Brown said meekly. "But I can't wait," snapped. Brown, "and you know I can't wnlt Bacon and eggs! I'll go to a hotel for my breakfast, break-fast, and and you needn't expect me home for dinner. Bacon and eggs!" Brown grabbed his coat and hat and flouted out. leaving meek Mrs. Brown In tears. He drowned another attack of tho hotel bar and then entered the dining-room. "What have you got that's particularly particu-larly appetizing?" he asked of the waiter. "How' would you like a nlco squab chicken, broiled?" the waiter Inquired. "No; I don't want any chicken. Tired of It," snapped Brown. "Or some broiled lamb chops, with hash browned " "No lamb for me. No hashed anything!" any-thing!" "Some sort of fish, perhaps?" "Not on your life. No ptomaines; not any." "Or an omelette?" "Nix." "Or some bacon and eggs?" "Ah," said Brown, rubbing his hands In satisfaction. "Now you're hitting mo where I- live! Some bacon and eggs, to be sure; and hurry them along, for I'm half starved." New York Press. |