The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-10-29
HIS Perfect Wife
BY WILL ADAMS.

fist of George Anderson Davis came
down on the table with thud. *
by Jove! That's the twentieth ts
couple I've given wedding present
to in the last ten years. II
Twenty wedding presents, and fif-
teen silver mugs marked Baby, and
nothing to show for 1t, not even
baby named for me. by Jove!"
George Anderson Davis picked up
his pen and continued his writing.
"Old Hicks thinks he has the only
wife They all think that, suppose"
was his inward comment.
But I wouldn't let my wife dress
like that" The words. my wife,"
struck him. He had never used them
before Somehow he liked them, they
sounded proprietary.
by Jove! ought to have a wife,
The fist struck the table the third
time I'm ten years older than Hicks
and he has one"
A peculiar smile played over the
face of George Anderson Davis. He
closed his desk with bang. He was
man of quick decision.
And I'll have one inside of thirty !
days-by Jove. l will! Every man
ought to have wife"
But when on the street new
thought assaulted George Anderson
Davis.
Whom should he marry?"
, George Anderson Davis had an ex-
, cellent opinion of George Anderson
Davis His wife must be perfection
good and sweet. of course, but do
, nestle intelligent. stylish and beauti-
. full as well.
"I'll build the finest house in town,
: by Jove and want a wife to suit 1t,
il have to go to Europe to find her"
: After supper at the boarding house
:. Anderson asked Margaret Allen to
= take walk with him. He wanted to
;, talk to somebody and she was nice
y quiet girl who wouldn't offer sugges-
: lions like the other boarders.
Margaret was not surprised that Mr..
= Davis was going to De married. George
Anderson Davis went to bed feeling
- good. 1t was just as Margaret had
said, he could get any girl he wanted
Margaret was real nice girl any
ie way; too bad she didn't have any
style about her He would send hel
to some post cards while on his trip.
ou George Anderson Davis notified the
n firm the next day that he would leave
nd Monday for his vacation.
Just little wedding trip, boys!"
Hy
'e. At the little mountain hotel Georg'
noxr ~ cd
EN- far end of the porch and lit cigar
vn Several people at the other en'
ou seemed to be having good time.
an irritated him, people made such idiot
ny of themselves. especially girls. The
m giggled so they made him nervous
est George Anderson Davis had bee
en- everywhere, to New York, to Niagar
w and to California, and all the girl
were the same; they made him sicl
ost George Anderson Davis was DISCUS
I ed he was. going home. The bloomin
ne. little fools could have all the Weddin
nd presents, and the silver mugs, too. A
If for him, he was through with matr
lto mony.
the He ficked the ashes from his col
ey. cigar and felt for a match. He had n
ON match at all-even in his vest poke
to He smiled at the appropriateness {
sit 1t.
md Someone came softly across tn
but porch and sat down near him. 1t We
zen quite dark and he could not see tf
md intruder, but sweet voice calle
in Mother"
George Anderson Davis started gu
Ier denly. That voice had familiar rim
our II reminded him Of home.
,ty. Here, mother"
est That sweet voice was mysterious
ar. near him, his pulse Quickened. he 81
! a and waited.
rid All right, Margaret"
INV Margaret Allen! Like an electr
ran shock 1t flashed over him. He was
YOU her side in an instant.
ms Margaret. you here?"
and why, Mr.. Davis you?"
led He assured her that 1t was he. al
he was very glad to find her here ais
,,or George Anderson Davis had travel'
,or. far. the world was disappointing. I
80. was tired. II was good to meet som
h.d one from home II seemed to hi
10, that Margaret always had a way
- being in the right place at the rig
time
is Mrs Davis with your" inquire
- Margaret.
oo .n Davis laughed and caught the girl
:, hand
mo, and | am glad she isn't. wa
" to talk to you
She slipped her hand away fro
his with soft little Obi"
'he The sweet intelligence of that I
was mark pleased George Anderson Davt
He caught her hand again.
1ks, IA hoo.,.a u.rgara, mos ye
good girl and George Anderson Day
very old friend. she didn't reno
new It.
His And tben-the world sIipped m
one lions OF miles away, The hotel ligh
lere were as stars in the heavens, Georl
'out and Margaret were alone. and u
mat moon kept watch.
that George Anderson Davis looked in
, OF eyes-not found in California. |
wing touched soft brown curls-unknown
und New York And he was thrilled,
ut | Niagara never thrills
ou."
look II is our belief that a man has iu
ara as much right to spend his hard-earn'
money for cigars as his wife has
ews- snend ie for face bleact