Ceredo advance. [volume] (Ceredo, W. Va.) 1885-1939, 1915-10-13
HIS PERFECT Wife
BY WILL ADAMS.


by Jove! That's the twentieth
couple I've given a wedding present
to in the last ten years"
Twenty wedding presents, and III.
teen silver mugs marked Baby. and
nothing to show for it. not even a
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 l 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! l 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 a bang. He was
u man of quick decision.
And I'll have one inside of thirty
days-by Jove, will! Every man
ought 10 nave q VIE.
But when on the street a new
thought assailed 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
mnSfin intallipnnf Ctx tell
full as well.
I'll build the finest house in town.
by Jove. and l want a wife to suit IL.
II | have to so 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 a nice
quiet girl who wouldn't offer sugges.
lions like the other boarders.
Margaret was not surprised that Mr..
Davis was going to be married. George
Anderson Davis went to bed feeling
good. II was just as Margaret had
said, he could get any girl he wanted.
Margaret was a real nice girl any
way; too bad she didn't have any
style about her. He would send her
some post cards while on his trip.
George Anderson Davis notified the
firm the next day that he would leave
Monday for his vacation.
Just a little wedding trip. boys!"
At the little mountain hotel George
Anderson Davis walked YEARLY to the
Tar end of the porch and lit a cigar
Several people at the other end
seemed to be having good time. II
irritated him, people made such idiots
of themselves. especially girls They
giggled so they made him nervous.
George Anderson Davis had been
everywhere, to New York, to Niagara
and to California, and all the girls
were the same; they made him sick.
George Anderson Davis was disgust.
ed; he was going home. The blooming
little fools could have all the wedding
presents. and the silver mugs, too. AS
for him. he was through with matri.
mony.
He flicked the ashes from his cold
cigar and felt for match. He had no
match at all-even in his vest pocket.
He smiled at the appropriateness of
It,
Someone came softly across tho
porch and sat down near him. II was
quite dark, and he could not see tho
intruder, but a sweet voice called
"Motheri"
George Anderson Davis started sud.
denly. That voice had familiar ring.
1t reminded him OF home
Here. mother!"
That sweet voice was mysterlousIy
near him, his pulse quickened. he sat
and waited
All right. Margaret"
Margaret Allenl Like an electric
shock 1t flashed over him. He was at
her side in an instant.
Margaret, you here?"
Why. Mr. Davis. your"
He assured her that IT was ne. and
ne was very glad 70 find her here also
George Anderson Davis had travelled
far. the world was disappointing. Ho
was tired. 10 was good TO meet some.
one from home. IL seemed to him
that Margaret always had a way OF
being in the right place at the right
time.
rs Mrs. Davis with you?" inquired
Margaret
Davis laughed and caught the girls
hand
No. and J am glad she isn't want
10 talk 10 You"
She slipped her hand away from
his with a soft little OH"
The sweet intelligence Of that re.
mark pleased George Anderson Davis.
TIC caught her hand again
And because Margaret was a very
good girl. and George Anderson Davis
very Old friend. she didn't remove
Sc.
And thcn the world siipped mil.
lions Of miles away. The hotel lights