Evening star., 1922-06-26
The Wife Who Wouldn't
Settle Down!
A Sequel to ''Brides Will Be Brides
BY Lucille Van Slyke.
A Sequel to ''Brides Will Be Brides
BY Lucille Vau Slyke.

, ruptly as she turned toward Mrs.
Dubois
"Oh, my dear" began that lady,
! nothing loath. Have l seen you since
! I've been going to the new man?'
Merriam shook her head. her eyes
dropped demurely as she waited just
| the faintest suspicion Of O wink Pau
| iInewards.
For the plump Mrs. Dubois was a
! great trial to the impatient Poppy.
For the better-or worse-part OF an
hour she held forth anent her symp--
toms until her bored husband dragged
her away
MY word" breathed John with
relief, when the door was at last
closed upon her. Il didn't know there
were as many kinds of doctors in this
world as that woman has been drlVel-
ing about. Up where l came from
there were only two kinds-the regu-
lar doctor that you called for grown
ups and the sugar-pill kind-you
know, the homeopath, that everybody
; had for their children. Oh, yes, l al
! most forgot the horse doctor. But !
counted a dozen different kinds OF
practors and 'eopathhs and things
! that she's been to. Did you ever hear
such rubbish as this psychopath that
has her write down all her symptoms
in a book? And she doesn't look to
me as though she had a thing the
matter with her except TOO much la'.
Lots Of folk" Merriam remarked
primly as she rummaged in pigeon
| hole in her great-grandfathers desk
| have awful things the matter with
| them that don't show on their out
. sides"
She found a small blue bound book
labeled DIARY 1910" which, of course.
had never had anything written IN !. !,
after January 10. She contemplated
| it thcughtfully, scratched out ITS
titles. scribbled a new one and sucked
her penholder as she eyed John con-
templatively.
He watched her curiously for the
! ext quarter of an hour. The very
| tilt of her charming little head ought
/ to have warned him that she was on
! mischief bent.
You might" he remarked stiffiy,
! have let me know about that lhni-
! tation to the Yale commencement.
| Didn't know myself, she answer
ed good humoredly. but I'd sell my
+; hone Of a devout old age to GO"
| Did you have to let those fools
know you couldn't afford to go?'
"Um-um-' she didn't even look
up from her writing. They're such
new richly geese that being poor is
a distinction when they're around.
But Poppy is a darling and I'll bet
, old Freddy was rather a good sort
before he wished that money on him
/ self. But did get d VERY valuable
! idee from her symptom book. Thinks
7 l. Better start one right now Tor
/ Johnsy-the whole dope and nothing
hut the dope bout his case" She
stole up back of him to twist bit
! Of his hair into an absurd forelock:
Even the most minute details,
! she drawled, in imitation of Mrs.
Dubois pathetic whine.
But she fed before he had opened
| the book. In her round, boarding
! school sprawl he read:
Him book. Daily record of all the
men to whom John Munro Lindsay
| objects and his announced reasons
therefore. First symptom of an at
tack Of jealousy noted is peculiar
sniff. followed by. What can you see
| in him" Attack forty-eleven: Caused
| by Paul E. Gresham"
! Ten minutes later. overcome by
her curiosity, she tiptoed half way
downstairs to see how he was TAX
ing 1t.
He had come back at her rather
deftly. Was ever author in such
manner quelled! For John Munro
Lindsay, head down, was emitting
one dramatic snore after another,
Copyright. 1922.
Continued in tomOrrow's Star.