South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1922-06-05
WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN DIR.
PETIT AND CLAIRE FOSTER

I'm so afraid Mother Will overdO,
said worriedly. as Lillian and !
hurried out to the big old barn which
housed the cars.
NO doubt she will" Lillian re-
piled composedly, but it won't hurt
her"
I suppose my face showed the
startled query I was too polite to
voice. for Lillian explained with a
smile.
It's a forty-to-one shot," she said.
that your mother-in-la is pretty
we'll fed UP with her daughter Eliza
beth and the children. Her nerves
are pretty nearly on the ragged edge,
and If she didn't have any physical
labor 10 do she'd exercise her nerves
by going into one of her tantrums
and Raging you. As it is. she can
juggle the frying-pan and bang the
double boiler until she gets the chol-
er out Of her system. By night she'll
he so tired she'll go to sleep like a
lamb"
by night none OF our lives will be
worth a penny whistle" I laughed
But we all possess excellent foot
work, and she'll be too tired 10 chase
us" Lillian retorted.
IT wish Elizabeth would 90 home"
1 said inhospitably, but the addition
OF a rocking-chair guest like my sis
term law and four obstreperous
youngsters to a maidless household
was enough. felt. to make almost
any chatelaine quail.
I'm telling YOU" Lillian prophesied
Her mother will put her to york to-
day. and from what have observed
OF your sister-in-law. labor of any
sort is anathema to her"
II hope Mother piles it on her to-
day" I said viciously and relieved,
though half-ashamed of my out
burst. I climbed into my car and
backed IL out Of the barn.
An Important Call.
Poor. unsuspecting Eliza BETH
! Lillian apostrophized. as we rolled
down the driveway past her win
dows. the shades Of which were still
drawn. Little she knows what is in
store for her today. Oh. joy Madge.
you needn't turn your head you're
past now. anyway. but if you could
have seen your mother-in-law just
now as I saw heri Elizabeths win
dow shade went up With a jerk. and
Mother Graham. still holding the
cord with which she had sent fl up.
was framed in the window register
| ing disgust. indignation and all the
other emotions appropriate 10 the
occasion. Send the car along. old
dear I'm anxious 20 get back II
/ promises 10 be an eventful and en-
pertaining morning"
/ Send the car along I did. accord 81
I ingly. and we soon drew up before
/ the old house in sag Harbor in which
/ DR.. Petit has his office and his rath-
/ er cherries bachelor living quarters
The physician. as stiff and forbid
ding as ever. betrayed by his manner
: that he was a trihe shocked at our
entry call. as well as extremely Curl
Gus about it. But Lillian gave him
no time 10 indulge either emotion
/ While I busted myself with the four
months-old magazines in the recep-
/ ton room have yet 70 find a ply
stefan or a dentist who has an up-to-
| date magazine-she accompanied
I DR.. Petit into his private Office with
much the air. told myself. of a
mother escorting A small boy into q
punishment room.
THAT Man"
! For fully ten minutes I heard the
continuous murmur Of their voices.
Lulian's smooth. crisp. narrative
The rhvsfcfzrfs ~ H~s+ re~-orrs av
lpostulatng. finally acouiescent And
when Lillian returned 10 the recep-
/ ton room there were traces Of
battle bitterly fought. hardly won. in
\ her eyes.
DR.. Petit. behind her. was visihly
clustered. He turned 20 me awk-
wardly.
.Ynnr trim has done rnu good