Evening star., 1922-09-08
The Wife Who Wouldn't
Settle Down!
Sequel to ''Brides Will Be Brides
By Lucille Yam SIyke
By Lucille Van Slyke
A SEQUEL to ssBrides Will Be Brides

| and angrily wondering why she dio
| not come back. Possible headlines In
the morning papers danced before
her-she might have almost any sort
| Of encounter with this drunken beast,
who was unmistakably edging more
closely to her. The moment he step
ped from his car to the road she put
her hand over her mouth to keep
from screaming
"Eemme help you over" he insisted.
LII thing like you 1 wouldn't mind
carrying, l wouldn't. Nobody Is go
ing to run off with an ole piece OF
junk like this" He slapped disdain-
fully at her car. Anyhow, we'll SEN
somebody back for it. Come long
I'm hungry, 1 am. l wanna nice Dig
| lobster and flock O. clans, l do
know how to treat lady, l DO. ne
fumbled at his pocket Il gotta mask
full, have. and that bus of mine
he leaned close to her and giggled
foolishly-"tha's full, too! Special
model for special trade" He was SO
close to her that his horrid, hot
! breath famed her cheek. I'm going
to clean up big, this summer, l am
His drunken condolences poured out.
Hi gets the stuff over the line from
Canada. 1 pick 1t up with this bus
three nights a week. We got every
thing fixed, we have-regular Gus
toners and all-aw, come on, be
good ILL sport. l wanna so back TO
the beach. 1 do. l wanna get some
supper. do. and 1 hope Sade sees me
come in with you-she can't throw
ms down and get away with it. she
can't" He was sobbing in a perfectly
maudlin fashion. walking out on
me this morning, yelping that l was
drunk. / haint drunk, am II" he
asked.
Merriam didn't answer him. She
just stared at him. 1t seemed ages
since he had stopped his car In an
rwer to her signal for help. The
whole horrid episode seemed part OF
the nightmare of this smothering,
black. humid night.
He didn't seem to notice that she
hadn't answered him, but he lurched
closer TO her.
Come along" he insisted. his hand
on her arm, you treat me right and
I'll treat you right. like a lrr girl
to have lotsa red hair"
She was horribly afraid of him
now. i
HAS SADIE red hair" she asked in
desperation.
He sat down heavily on the running
board and laughed.
ITS henna," he laughed. "She don't
know I know it-but it's just henna
She don't even know I got this car.
He brought it around tonight. He
says. Better not try her out till
morning." His voice rose angrily
Guess he thought I was drunk. toe
but you know I hain't. don't you
grille? And it's special model car
for a special trade; nice, sweet-riding
lrr bus-come on-le's try her out
and see what she can do"
Merriam wet her lips. The little
waves slapped monotonously against
the bulkhead and the wheeling old
electric piano across the inlet con-
tinued to grind out it's awful tune.
But family, from around ihe bend or
the road. her anxious ears made out
new sound. the chug, chug of an
approa ching car. She almost sobbed
with relief. Again her little hand
reached out to give a signal from her
horn. Anything or anybody would do
better than this beast at her feet.
Hey. don't do that" He sprang up
to grab her hand. II say, don't you
do that"
Copyright, 1921
CONTINUED in Tomorrow's Starr.