The Kevin review. [volume] (Kevin, Mont.) 1922-1929, 1923-09-13
The Other Woman
in His Life
By L L


10, 1923, western Newspaper Union.)
D ORCHER had closed his office for
4 two weeks while he went on a
had left him, and 1t was no use hiring
another one till he came back. The
office was In a small building down
town, and it was not difficult for
Lucy Porcher to find a key that fitted
the door.
Oh, she had long suspected James
Porcher. She knew what it meant
when he telephoned, as he so often
did, that he would not be home to
dinner on account of business. There
was another woman in his life.
They had been married seven years,
and, though this other had
never positively materialized, to Lucy's
mind she was a nightmare. Now was
the chance. All her husbands activi-
ties should stand revealed to her.
She let herself into his office and
stood looking about her in disgust at
the dust and dirt everywhere. She al
most forgot the other woman in the
desire to go through it with a pail and
s%crubbing brush.
Then she took down all POrcher'S
correspondence files and went through
them.
She searched methodically. She was
not interested in James advertising
business; she was looking for those
letters which she knew were some
where. And at last she came upon
them.
She read with increasing horror and
disgust:
My darling Minnie:
"Since our meeting yesterday you
have not been out of my thoughts. /
was dreaming Of you last night, and
thought you came to me and kissed
me. Then, this morning when l was
sharpening my TripleX, with the lather
on my face-don't~ laugh-your beauti-
full eyes came before me and l could
hardly eat my Wild West grapefruit
at breakfast. l took the car downtown,
and still / was thinking of you all the
time.
"If my wife suspected that you were
LII lily lllS, ILL L QOl l hllOW. Wliut
she'd do, but l don't care much. I
know what l should do. I should pack
my Leatheroid Fabrics company grip,
and take a Sure taxi to the station. !
should meet you there, and we'd jump
aboard the Southern Midnight Limited
for Tallahassee, in the Land Of Sun
shine, and secure a suite at the Sound
ing Waves hotel.
"And, Oh, what happiness for us. !
think we should forget all the past to-
gether."
Pinned to it was another letter. With
shaking fingers Lucy Porcher took it
apart. This, too, was typewriter and
ynsigned-Oh, they were a cunning
pair:
MY darling:
Il will go with you to the ends Of
the earth. but before we start don't
forget to take your Nearsilk pajamas.
You know, they look like silk and they
wear like silk, and they wash better
than silk. And while you're about it
you might put in a few boxes of that
Spiegler's chocolate that I'm so fond
Of, because what's a honeymoon with
out it?
II don't feel sorry for your wife. If
she had cared for you this would never
have happened. You admit she never
gave you Grain Flakes for breakfast,
and you remember those ~Smithson's
Dairy sausages you were so fond Of
how she fobbed you off with an inferi-
or brand. And then that trouble with
the heating-she never would learn to
take proper care Of the Quicksure
radiators when you were away, would
she!
ga woman like that deserves the
worst that can happen to her, and il
| were you I'd back up my troubles In
your old English kit bag and come
away with me.
my Surefow Fountain pen is CIV
ing Out-not that it ever could go back
on me-, but 1t wants filling and unfor-
tunately / am out of Wilson's Super
fine ink, and l won't use any other,
So l must run out and get some"
AS Lucy, with a white face and
shaking hands, replaced the letter, she
saw some writing on the back. She
read mechanically:
my dear Porcher:
"Does this hit the mark? l think
that stunt of yours for combining a
number Of advertising commodities In
q single letter is a good one. if we can
get the manufacturer to see 1t in the
same light. A series Of letters like
these ought to be a sure thing, especial
Iy with so many jealous wives about!
yours,
"WILLETT P. SMITH