The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1915-10-06
HIS PERFECT WIFE
BY WILL ADAMS.

and woman walking up the street
The couple passed from view, and til
fist OF George Anderson Davis cam
down on the table with thud
"By Joyel That's the twentieth
couple I've given wedding presen
10 in the last ten years.
Twenty wedding presents. and fiji
teen silver mugs marked Baby, an,
nothing to show for it, not even ;
baby named for me. by Joye!"
George Anderson Davis picked Vi
his pen and continued his writing.
"Old Hicks thinks he has the onl.
wife They all think that, suppose.
was his inward comment.
But wouldn't let my wife dres
like that" The words, My wife,
struck him He had never used then
before Somehow he liked them, the.
sounded proprietary
BY Jovel ought to have a wife
The fist struck the table the thirs
time I'm ten years older than Hicks
and he has one
A peculiar smile played over thu
face of George Anderson Davis. HI
closed his desk with bang He wai
man Of quick decision.
"And I'll have one inside of thirtl
daysby Joye, will Every mar
ought to have Wife,
But when on the street a new
thought assailed George Anderson
Davis.
Whom should he marry?Y
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
ful as wen.
I'm build the finest house in town
by Jove and ! want wife to suit it
II have to go to Europe to find her,
After supper at the boarding house
Anderson asked Margaret Allen te
take a walk with him. He wanted tt
talk TO somebody, and she was nice
quiet girl who wouldn't offer sugges
tions 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 real nice girl any
way; too bad she didn't have an.
style about her He would send hei
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 little wedding trip, boys!p
AT the little r1ountain hotel George
Anderson Davis walked YEARLY to the
far 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 beer
every where, 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 s'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 ficked the ashes frcm hts cold
cigar and felt for a match. He had nc
match at all l-even in his vest pocket
He smiled at the appropriateness OF
it.
Someone came softly across the
porch and sat down near him. 1t was
quite dark, and he could not see the
intruder, but sweet voice called
"Mother!"
George Anderson Davis started sud
denly. That voice had familiar ring
It reminded him of home.
Here, mother!"
That sweet voice was mysteriously
near him. his pulse quickened. he sat
and waited.
AL Ai6ntf hdl SdItl.
Margaret Allenl Like an electric
shock it flashed over him. He was at
her side in an instant
Margaret, you here?"
Why, Mr. Davis, you?"
He assured her that it was he. and
he wassyery glad to find her here also
George Anderson Davis had travelled
far the world was disappointing. He
was tired. Ii was good to meet some
one from home 1t seemed to him
that Margaret always had way OF
being in the right place at the right
time.
is Mrs Davis with you?e inquired
Margaret
Davis laughed and caught the girls
hand
No. and am glad she isn't. want
70 talk to YOU"
She slipped her hand away from
MS with soA little Obi"
The sweet intelligence of that re
mark pleased George Anderson Davis.
He caught her hand again.
And because Margaret was very
,ood girl and George Anderson Davis
very old friend. she didn't remove
t.
And then-the world slipped mil,
ions of miles away. The hotel lights 1
we're as stars in the heavens. George
md Margaret were alone, and the
noon kept watch
George Anderson Davis looked into