Evening star., 1922-11-11
The Wife Who Wouldn't
Settle Down!
A Sequel to s'Brdes Will Be Brides
BY Lucille Van, Slykc
Sequel to S'Brides Will Be Brides

she patted powder for her. And
found a veil in her own bag that she
tied over Merriam's eyes. and Tended
a way for her through the grumbling
persons who were waiting in the cor
. ridor. And gave her a 1notherly kiss
before she exclaimed:
I'm getting off here-good-bye and
good luck"
, Merriam never knew what became
of her or who she was. but in after
little kiss northward. hoping that the
good Samaritan would get 1t. For
she had helped a distracted woman
through one of the darkest hours in
her life.
"soroe angels don't need wings
Merriam, once told her children. ::be-
cause they have such beautiful
shoulders"
They had breakfast in Montreal
and a bcastly wait for a beastly local
train. Hours more through bleak
forests. And when at last they came
TO the junction AMI camoer.d OUT.
stiff. weary and hungry. Merriam
gave so historical laugh that she
startled her father-in-lar.
Look" she pointed. ":rere's the
oldest Ford t!la; Henry ever made
that the man wrote John about: hurry.
We won't get seats in it If We dony-''
And indeed they had about half a
scat each. for thrc" more persons
beside the driver were crowded into
the battered thing. They were jagged
what seemed like ages. 1t was quite
dark when the lights Of the lumber
camp Ioored ahead Of them.
The driver had already informed
them that he didn't know whether
thera was any John Lindsay working
in camp.
But shucks." he con1forted them.
there's three or four hundred men.
some OF them quitting and coming all
the time. You can get out at the
office and inquire. They keep rec
ord
Merriam leaned against the wall of
the office. an ugly shack. while her
father-in-law inquired. and when he
turned to shake his head at her II
seemed to her that the whole world
went black. His voice came from
very far. somehow: though he was
che kept hearing the little roughly
speaking" man. who had come with
thm in the fivver. He was still
roughly speaking" in his piping
his friend ha. been going over things:
land, roughly speaking she heard
hln say. we can't seem to fSger
things out"
She found herself automatically
cchoing his phrase.
roughly Sped KING, sic uSoiu iiS' .
self saying TO her astounded father
in-law. Il can't get anything figured
out. It's time for you to say I told
you So she added. mocking!y. Time
FOR you to tell me that. in your juds-
ment, We shouldn't have come"
He took her arm He was as gen.
tie as his own ciivalrous soul.
Its time for US to go over to a
guest cabin the manager says they
will put at your disposal. This boy
will show US the way"
He held her arm over the slippery
missed the boy at the door. He sat
her down on a sort OF bench by the
fireplace and turned on perfectly
matter-of-fact electric light.
She laughed weakly.
What silly thing to have in log
cabin"
They have their own power house"
ne answered, IS he knelt to light the
already laid fire.
The guest house was a tiny cabin
ard sparsely furnished. She heard
him saying that the boy had gone
she motioned distastefully. 1t seemed
to her she could never be hungry
again. And presently she knew that
he had gone. murmurfns something
about getting her bag.
She sat quite still. her small fists
clenched. staring straight at the fire.
She was numb and cold and bedrag-
gled. Her last hope gone. She felt
insignificant. lost and numb. Queer
forest sounds seeped in: sometimes
she heard faint jangle of masculine
voices. and when her father-in-law
tapped at the door she gave q tiny
scream. He came in slowly. he shut
the door and smiled at her, his old
mouth working pitifulIy
Il can't say I told you So my
dear" he said, because you were
quite right about coming. John is
here, they have sent for him, he will
be hero with us very soon
(Copyright. 1927
Continued in Mondays Star)