Evening star., 1922-06-30
The Wife Who Wouldn't
Settle Down!
By Lucille Ta,. SIyke.
A Sequel to ss'Brides Will Be Brides

go to grandmamma's house and that
after all, the attic might be full OF
nice choo-choos that daddy had play
ed with when he was little:
and make me a good little girl
while I'm everywhere but here"
prayed Ricky.
The fond young parents closed the
nursery door and clung to each other
in glee. But across the narrow hall
John caught a glimpse of the beds
stacked high with clothes.
Good L. heavens" he 49, CALCULATED ns,
"Johnsy." Merry confessed: Il guess
I'm like Ricky. I'm a good little girl
everywhere but here! And every
where 1 try to pack anything is the
wrong place. and I pull 1t out and say:
No. that would be better here
long, and it simply can't be done, not
in bags for four persons for week"
Nonsense" he comforted her.
you're tired and fussy. Come on
downstairs and we'll dig out a bite
to eat and I'll do the whole mess In a
fifty"
He chuckled over her plaintive tale
Of domestic woe as they stacked the
dishes for Susan Sue to wash in the
morning.
That's the one bright spot in this
whole nightmare" Merry sighed.
Dear old Susy: she's blessing even
If we do coax her here only one day
in a week! Gee. but I'm lucky that
that day is tomorrow! Poor Susan"
she giggled, "and she thinks she's just
coming for days peaceful mendtng!'
ut is lucky all right" John yawned
as they ascended the stairs. Be
cause things have been going like the
old mischief all day at the factory.
and I'll have to run over in the morn
ing for an hour or so. But I'll get
back here before ten and we can get
the ten-thirty- train from here.
which will leave US ample time to get
from the Pennsy station to grand
At midnight. while they both strug-
gled with the refractory luggage.
John picked up his tired little wife
and tucked her contritely into bed.
You poor. 'bused wife! Never
mind. I'll finish. you go to sleep
watched him jam the last treasures
into the worst possible corners but
she was too weary to protest.
Morning was a muddle. John fed
factoeyward after half breakfast. At
10 o'clock, over the telephone. he gave
terse instructions.
Sorry, old dear, can't be helped.
will explain later. I'm in Long Island
City on my way into town. You call
a taxi and get to your train. Better
take Susan with you to carry that
luggage. I'll try and get to the Penn
sy station in time to meet you, but If 1
don't I'll meet you at the information
clock at Grand Central-understan
Merriam was trying to. most des-
perately. But as her eyes and mind
were darting from the mischievous
twins to the clock above the hall
landing. she was slightly distrait.
"Righto. Johnsy." she took her or
ders like good little private.
But 1t was Susan who. somehow or
other, got the twins and the luggage
out, the doors locked and marshaled
the family and the luggage to the
train.
And 1t was Susan. who was the last
passenger aboard who swooped down
suddenly to the CONSERVATION of the
conductor. to grab up and take with
her one dusty. palpitating Cairn ter
rier-Ragsy! Who had dashed a mad
mile after the taxi grimly determined
to accompany his beloved family.
Copyright. 1927
CONTINUED in Tomorrow's Star)
Boston has the largest individual
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