Show tt i FATHERS DEN i dy by VIVIAN BURBANK I 1 t n D E by Alc Clure newspaper syndicate I 1 wanted the kind hind with the hunting scenes and wa uia picked out the one with vath the moss roses who ever heard of papering a den with roses roscol sniffed pa 1 I have said ma yes grunted father doubtfully but you never saw one im not over crazy about having a den anyway claibe youre not nou ra fa threw his paper down on the table disgusted like it if your aunt mary alary camped alth lah us its for two years wed hall had a den then and and id had one room ir in the house that I 1 could sit in in peace cant smoke in the kitchen might nii lit suffocate the canary cant light up in the lining dining room or the parlor spoil the curtains or turn the silver ill tell you right now tillie that im doggone sick and tired of trotting down three flights of stairs every time I 1 want to smoke I 1 sit on an old butter tub till and well im sick of it and im going to have a den therell be no curta curtains insl no sou bet there then wont I 1 canaries either I 1 but george we aye wont have any guest chimber chamber thank the heaven for that drawled father there wont be any place for the company to park and well be so much in say pat pa cant we have the hunting paper no ko ive picked out the paper with the alie country scenes brindle cows and all that I 1 hunted all over town for a peaceful peace fal and restful paper scenes did you say asked rna ma innocently ly country grave yards it snapped pa take the joy out of it seeing that im pitying paying the rent on this place mrs winslow I 1 guess I 1 can have something to say about the wall paper cant I 1 far be it from me to stop you from having your say dut but I 1 must say I 1 dont admire your taste aunt mary just hates h a te 9 cows I 1 no by jove so tool too I 1 when the paper came lwe took it into aunt marys room or going to be the den pa told her he could do lots better it if shed leave the room lock that door pa said to me but there was no key so lie he put a wooden horse against the door and made me sit on it say pa so tapping on the window all I 1 could see was a hand first then mr air jones head they live underneath us and mr jones must have sneaked up the back stairs and onto the piazza without anybody seeing him got the paste whispered mr jones climbing through the window said pa and mr jones put on a pair of white overalls I 1 A mighty lighty good of you J jones ones tell the truth I 1 dare tackle tackle the blooming thing alone mr jones told pa that he was glad to help they laid the paper on our kitchen table and mr jones cut off one edge cut ut them in strips that Is the paper in strips and told pa to paste em and hed liang hang em cm gee it take long before one whole side was as almost covered ile he stayed on the ladder and pa handed him the strips ra pa was pasting to beat tile the flying horses when I 1 heard ma coming down the hall I 1 told pa and he hurried to give a long strip to mr jones and somehow lie got tangled up and slipped on the pasty side ile he grabbed the ladder and mr jones said a cuss word but that stop him and next minute down came mr jones ladder brushes and everything on top of pa If mercy ercyl yelled ma banging the door what on earth are you doing dont you get off that tiling thing whispered pa tit at me trying to get out from under ar mr jones and pull the paper off ills neck you george open that door I 1 stuck until ma banged a chair i the door and knocked me and tile the old horse over ma burst bunt into the room she paid no attention to pa but pulled the paper off mr jones face and when slie she saw who it was slie she lit in to him just ns its if lie he was pa what does this mean mr jones mean alean snapped mr jonos jones red as a beet and hunting for his necktie means Nr eans like as not ive broken my collar hone bone ile he helped ma ina and tile me get pa up but pa ila sat down again next time george dont ring me in on anything youre afraid to tackle yourself another thing I 1 stick this confounded looking stuff un on a wall for any man living not by a I 1 think too much of my iny rebur tation tallon ma ain was anas holding pas head in hor lup lap ill paper the blame tiling thing or bust I 1 muttered pa rubbing ills his shoulder tin im going to hw liae e a don den and have leave it the way I 1 willit want it no george youre hotl im not well why aint I 1 asked poor pa kind of feeble like cause her letter just came and aunt marys coming back |