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DOMES 11C DAYS
By ROY L. M’CARDELL
“A letter cam© to the office to
day from Uncle Henry,” said . Mr.
Jarr, as ho passed his wife his
salary.
‘‘Yes, and I got ope from Aunt
Hetty,” replied Mrs. Jarr, who never
failed to meet her husband with a
kiss at the door—salary nights.
“We don’t need to answer till after
Christmas,” suggested Mr. Jarr.
‘‘Let me see Uncle Henry’s let
ter, ” said Mrs. Jarr. “There's some
thing up or th© two wouldn’t have
written at about the same time.
Aunt Hetty said she would have sent
us a turkey only the weather is
so warm for this time of the year
she was afraid a dressed one would
spoil, and she says she knows we’d
have no place to keep or kill a live
turkey in a city apartment.”
"Yes, and last year they wrote
they couldn't send us a turkey be
cause the weather was so severe
they were frozen in at the farm,” re
plied Mr. Jarr. “I think it would
pay us to pass these tightwad rela
tives up. They visit us free of cost
and they expect us to pay as summer
boarders. Theys write and ask us
outright for anything they wast,
and then they write and tell us the
things they can't send us from the
farm and the reason why they can’t
send them before we hint we want
them.”
"Well, what did Uncle Henry say
In his letter?” inquired Mrs. Jarr.
