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Show REST CURE FOR SURE By Joe Ringland DEVOURING toast and washing it duwn with burning coffee is u hard habit to break. I had for-totten for-totten how enjoyable a leisurely breakfast could be. My wife glanced at the clock while preparing cereal for our children. chil-dren. "It's a quarter of eight dear." put more Jam on my toast. I'm catching a cold, Mary. Need rest. I'm not going to work today." She laughed. "Think you can rest here?" "Where else? You know It's the, best way to break a cold." She poured a second cup of coffee cof-fee for ine. "Do you think you could handle the boys if I went said and firmly. I cleared my throat. "The time has long past since you children have needed constant care. Some of you are well in your sixes. You should know that people don't go around throwing rocks, So be careful." I moved the car to the street and began sweeping the broken glass out of the garage. What was that? Nothing. The quietness disturbed dis-turbed me. I ventured out front. Empty wagons, tricycles, scooters were all over; but not a child in sight. Then I saw my car moving. I ran like crazy as lt gained momentum, mo-mentum, knowing whatever haD- I chopping?". "What's to handle?" She smiled. "There's usually something different- every day." While she fed the children I went to my favorite chair and relaxed with a good book. 1 hardly heard her leave. The bullet wound Inflicted by Snake Eye Willie, the criminal of my book, disappeared along with rny sense of well-being when a racket which sounded like wagons without tires vibrated my nerves. I Jumped up and lurched to the door. It was wagons. Two of them ' raced by . at a tremendous speed. The one with three In it was mine. I watched till they reached the bottom of our hill. Walking to the front sidewalk I said. "Hey! One at a time In that wagon and stay on the level." I had just settled down when I heard someone crying. Outside, once more, I noticed a leg caught in the wheel of a tricycle. Two of the kids had apparently met head on. "Now look, gang. Bumping into each other may be fun, but if. hard od the equipment; so watch it." A loud crash came from the back. I ran out. The neighbor boy didn't seem to think garage windows win-dows were necessary. He looked at me innocently as if to say, "Accidents "Ac-cidents will happen, won't they?" I knw something had to be pened would before I got there. It jumped the curb with two wheels and came to an abrupt halt with a crunch of fender against tree. Everyone remained quiet as I climbed In and drove back to the garage. I was afraid to speak. I went back to my comfortable chair to relax, but I felt taunt as a jammed gear shift. Then it came. At first I couldn't believe my ears. The tempo Increased In-creased and I knew lt waa true. It was wagons again coming down the hill on their rims. My hands felt like steel claws at my sides. I was closing in on the children when I noticed my wife coming. Deciding to talk it over with her before doing anything any-thing drastic, I retreated to the house, feeling like a garage window win-dow In a backstop. Mary came quickly. Well, It looks like you've about had it. Any trouble?" I slumped. "Not a bit. but there Is one thing that puzzles me. "What's that, dear?" "Where are the tires for all the wagons in this neighborhood?" "The hills wears them out. Nothing Noth-ing soft can survive around bert for long." Did she think I was soft? Didn't she know a man belongs in a man's world? I stood up and took a deep breath. "My cold Is gone, Mary. I'm going to the office now." |