Audubon County journal., 1911-06-01
His Wife, 5
Brother 5 Wife

erly and yet not be blind to the fact
that in the world are other attractive
women. Tunsley was an exception.
Any Of his acquaintances could have
assured you that If the earth had sud-
denly been depopulated Of It's femi-
nine inhabitants, with the exception
of Mrs. Tunsley, he would have gone
right on blissfully unaware of the fact.
Tunsley came to Chicago on busi-
ness. The second day he dutifully
teiephoned his wife's brothers wife.
who informed him that her husband
was away on business.
"Then you must come downtown
and have dinner with me-" said the
sympathetic Tunsley. 'And, say, we'll
do the auto show afterward!"
"Oh, how nice!" said his wife's
brothers wife. "I haven't been any
where since Toms been gone!"
Thus 1t came about that Tunsley
found himself placidly dining that
evening at one Of the fashionable
cafes with his relative while they dis
cussed family gossip.
Suddenly his wife's brothers. wife
spoke. What horrid mani" she mur-
INJURED. Why should he keep staring
over here in that condescending way?"
"Where?" inquired Tunsley, looking.
"Oh." he said, that's Samson-a busi-
ness acquaintance Of mine here!" He
bowed cheerfully to Samson Il won
n J, 4
sociable"
Something about Samson's smile dis
tracted Tunsley. Then he became
slowly aware that his wife's brothers
wife across the table was really not
SO old as she might have been and
that her apparel was decidedly be-
coming. Tunsley also found as he
stared at her that she was good to
look upon. though why Samson's smile
should have made him discover this
was to him mystery. When Samson
strolled over to the next table but
one to speak to somebody and studi-
ously kept his back turned on Tunsley
den rush of embarrassment. It was
quite plain that Samson thought he
didn't want to be seen!
John" said his wife's brothers.
wife at this point. was there ever ap-
oplexy in your family? Your face is
so red that it's purple!"
Either apoplexy or smallpox for
get which" mumbled Tunsley. Let's
hurry to the auto show"
'Oh. what stunning carl" said Tun-
sley's wife's brothers wife some time
later, pausing before an exhibit. Look
John"
YES, yes" said Tunsley, uneasily
as he edged away. There's much
nicer one over here!"
His companion refused to NOW,
standing entranced before the ma
chine of her dreams. What Tunsley's
| awakened fears had dreaded soon hap
| pened. The exhibit in question was
from his home city and the man in
charge knew him and spied him. He
descended on the unhappy victim with
outstretched hand.
'Hello. John, old mani" he cried,
gayly. Then he glanced at his COM
panion.
My sister, Mrs. Urgrum-m-m. Mr..
Mummsmm," muttered Tunsley
II am very glad to meet you" said
the man in charge. impressively. He
was a good-looking man and there
was surprised twinkle in his left
eye which infuriated Tunsley. He
continued to smile on Tunsley's wife's
brothers WIFE I'm glad" he said.
that John told me you are his sister!
I didn't know he had a sister in Chi
cago! It's lucky, because I'm a friend
of Mrs. Tunsley's and was going to
run straight to her when l got home
and tell her how shockingly John acts
when he gets away from home! Ha!
Ha! Good joke!"
"Har! Har!" barked Tunsley, hol-
lowly, his face crimson. Somehow he
had the awful suspicion that the man
in charge doubted his word. But his
wife's brothers wife only laughed with
tho man and offered no soothing
word of explanation. She seemed to
regard 1t as joke and Tunsley felt
cold prickles creeping up his spine
If only his wife's brothers wife had
had the common sense to be ten years
older or to have holes in her gloves
or to talk about getting home to the
children!
But she didn't She had the time OF
her life wandering among the exhib.
Its Tunsley met exactly seven other
persons who knew him at home and
every one of the seven beamed at
him with the same lurking twinkle
when he introduced his wife's broth
er's wife.
THANK you SO much, john" said
his wife's brothers wife when finally
she let him take her home. I've had
perfectly beautiful time! When are
you coming again2"
"When?" echoed Tunsley, moppins
his still fevered brow. Il think l may
be in Chicago again in about twenty.
1--WE years!"
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