The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-07-21
HUSBANDS AND WIVES
 BY NEIL MORAN

Watch yourself. young man.
 "Yoang man." sounded rather die tatorial.
 Its an easy riding car," the stranger said, believing the ice had been broken. My, it just glides along, dc esn't it ?"
 ''Yes, indeed" Ruth laughed. Pretty color, too, don't you think %
 ''Very, It matches your complex ion.''
 Do you think so?" Ruth smiled. '.I hadn't thought of that Honk, honk. honk, honk! Roland kept blasting away at the horn. The fellow he had befriended was getting too fresh. What on earth are you blowing that horn for?" Ruth demanded. There's a clear road ahead.'' No answer. A couple of more honks. and conversation is resumed. "Now if I were going to buy a car," she stranger said, believing that sweet compliments were 9 fair toll for his free ride, 'Id get one just like this.' Really? But then, they're an aw- full bother at times. You should see him. pointing a finger at Hollands head, put on tire. He does it well, though
 The stranger was convinced now | that the man in front was the chauf- 1SuT. dOOo one, IOO AIlO not wearing a uniform! Well, per haps he had just been hired. l "It was very kind of you to tell | him to invite me into the car," the stranger said, leaning a little nearer, | and speaking low so Roland couldn't t | hear.
 That's all right" Ruth whispered. | She thought it was a joke on Roland. "Oh. you didn't tell us how far up you're going.''
 | "One Hundred and Forty-First St. and Riverside. I hope it's not out of your way
 l "Oh, mo-" Ruth smiled. we go to One Hundred and Forty-Third St. near Riverside" She addressed Rol- and's back:
 ''stop at One Hundred and Forty | First street." l Roland turned. | What for?" he asked, somewhat l cavalierly-for a chauffeur.
 ''Mr.-er-'
 "Wallace," the stranger prompted. ''Mr. Wallace wants to be dropped there," Ruth finished. And she smil- ed and kicked her heels together, for she saw that Roland was annoyed, | and knew that he was jealous because | she was so agreeable to their "guest." | "Just look at those children she said, pointing at a boy and girl who were with their governess. Aren't l they darling?"
 l Speaking of children" said MT. Wallace, enthusiastically, as he took | out a card-case from the inside poe ket of his overcoat, and drew out | two snapshots, '"what do you think of these?''
 "Oh,'' Ruth cried, "aren't they dear? They look like twins" | t"They are," MT. Wallace replied proudly.
 And they resemble you," Ruth said. 'HThey have your eyes,: Roland was getting earful, and he started honking the horn again. | '"They have my brothers eyes" MT Wallace said. They're his childrenl' | "Oh,'' Ruth mumbled. She was afraid that she had got in little too deep. Your brother looks like you then?"
 Every much" MT. Wallace answer ed, as the car suddenly swerved, and Ruth fell over against his side. MT Wallace had been resting an arm on the back of the seat, and as Ruth came toward him, he threw out the arm instinctively to hold her. It was what you or I would have done had we been in his place. Fortunately fRo1and didn't see it.
 But how was MT. Wallace to know that his own dear little wife at that very second was riding on top of a Isouthhound bus, which had stopped on the other side, but near enough for her to look down and recognize her laughing husband with his arm around a strange woman. How Had he looked up and seen her, of course-But MT. Wallace wasn't look ing up. Ignorance was certainly bliss at that particular moment, and as the car sped along, he hadn't a care | in the world.
 As for his wife, she almost screa m- ed. You'H get to know her enough She screams almost as well as Ruth argues. Had it been any other place but public conveyance, she might l have let out her shrill clanor; but then there were people around strange people, and what would they | think?
 | She decided, then, to wait until she got home, to do her screaming; which goes to show that screa ming
 with her was pretty much a habit Just as arguing was with Ruth. But
 habit or no habit, it looks as though there's something coming to one Billy J. Wallace, Esq.
 CHAPTER III. MT Wallace Wonders