Show urine by itule 4 one time I 1 resolved to live by rule I 1 made the rulea rules myself so as not to get them too hard I 1 wrote a pro gramme for or a month montha bezA I 1 went to bed that night with such a conceited feeling ot of condescending sc ac goodness that I 1 cither either forgot to luay my prayers prayer sor or thought that in the case me I 1 of uch such a superior man they were neither expected nor required I 1 have bare forgotten I 1 10 which w aich six a ra wa the hour set d down awu on my pro gramme at which all the cl cioci 0 cl a in the world were to strike the hour of the new era ind and the eolar rolar system was to begin running on my schedule I 1 think perhaps t the new time cais reach some of M the nl aneta I 1 11 I 1 J 1 1 I 1 at any rate some ome mortal person came to my bedroom door at a ni and suggested that cold coffee anil and muffins would be served after 8 I 1 arose without remark and dressed on Ts time the bright smile that waa was scheduled kopro to pro cede my benevolent looking countenance into the breakfast room bad been side i tracked somewhere and in its place I 1 wore for fora a headlight an expression of countenance it is not necessary to specify which one I 1 also took my place with a tone ot of v voice olee which I 1 grieve to say gay elicited comment I 1 will not fol follow lowthe the daye days journey in detail it is too harrowing but the next morning I 1 started all right early rising leisure toilet moment of tranquil meditation bright smile cheerful che erfal voice and all got through breakfast like a seraph and went to my lair to write thinking how bow pleased my editor would be to see my copy on time unless he should fall dead from amazement some somebody body thundered the forbidden knock at my door have you forgotten that you lecture in 1 faraway furlong tonight twenty minutes to train I 1 packed my valise as men bale hay bay caught the train get home lome again that month and if my editor fell dead I 1 got a posthumous letter from him that made my hair curl tor for a week I 1 dont want any more letters from dead dead editors live ones are bail bad enough but tho the dead ones fairly howl burdette in ladies home ilonie journal |