Evening star., 1922-10-05
The Wife Who Wouldn't
Settle Down!
By Lucille Yam Slyke
A Sequel to ''Brides Will Be Brides

sponge on dad and to beg. And 1 left
John all alcne. Oh, if l hadn't been
such gutter"
Other hateful ifs made her clinch
her small fists. She tried to patch
| the preceding day together. She
paced up and down the porch, un-
needing the litter of toys and the
children's cries when she would push
one aside.
First he bought the ticket to
Sanada-no, that was Friday he
bought that-then he sent the trunk
! and bag to his fathers; then he went
| back TO that boarding house-ano
! PROBABLY he smoked and smoked and
couldn't sleep: and that hateful Dan
Kellogg went into his room-that
landlady says he did-and they talk.
ed and talked; and then in the morn.
ing John paid the landlady and went
down to the bank and got what
money was left-s2S." She shivered I:
She was wondering how long John
could keep. himself hidden With that
try to spend any of the mon that
had been in the valise that hi the
pay roll money.
ing. ~
Am | ntruding? I'll say 1 ar" halo
Merriam looked at the man inpa,
tiently.
~ told you this morning that would
have nothing more to say" she re-
marked stiffly.
Ralph Beecher. who was a reporter
on the evening paper. walked. unlimited.
up the steps. He had been a childhood
playmate of the unhappy little woman,
but they'd not seen each other since a
prim aunt of Merriam's had put an end
to her tomboy frolics.
He wasn't very good looking; in
deed, he was as freckled and tanned
as he had been in his schoolboy days
and his hair was still as un-bleached
Merriam found herself remember
ing that he'd been a good little pal
who never wore hat. He WASH:
wearing one now. Evidently he still
enjoyed that idiosyncrasy.
He came bluntly to his point
You know. Mrs. Lindsay. there arc
some things about being a reporter
that are darned unpleasant-like this
morning. when had to ask you a
lot Of disagreeable questions
please don't ask any more" she
interrupted.
"Oh, I'm going to ask a lot.'' he
grinned. You're going to want me
to. I'm not here officially now. Tn
because reporters are a bit like you
women folk in some respective
play lunches and intuitions instead
of plodding through a bunch of logi-
cal reasons. Like detectatuffs." He
grinned boyishly as he seated him
self on the veranda railing: What
came around for was this: Seems
like there are a lot of loopholes in
this darned old circumstantial evil
dence they are trying to sling around
your husband
She faced him bravely.
that the police caught Kellogg in
Newark early this afternoon. He
walked into a drug store to get some
thing to dress his wound. They
locked him up and he has confessed
that he-he-and John did take the
| miserably-"that John got away with
l the money"
Beecher rubbed his chin thought
fully.
Kellogg is chap who served two
elusive evidence. eh? shucks! That's
I, just quick lying" He folded his
| arms. go ahead, Merriam" He
; was unconscious that he was presum-
1 ing to call her by her first. name
got on the table and quit trying to
play solitaire. Two heads are . lot
fbetter than one in a case like this
Tell me what you know"
She wet her lips. Her grim re-
solve to talk to nobody was melting
away before his friendliness.
| "Oh," she faltered. how do know
that you won't go and print every
thing I would sayr
He shrugged his shoulders. He slid
to his feet and began to walk away.
"AH right: sorry" he snapped. my
mistake. Thought / could help you"
He was halfway down the steps
when she ran after him.
.Oh. oh. please come back" she
painted. "That was hateful Of mo. Dc
| please come back"
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