San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-09-04
The Making Of
a Husband
Hmm Lisle's N e ~
Phase of Jim and
Hnne's Marital
i, HdVenture
Chapter Sc.
BY ANN Isle

Copyright, 1925. King Feature Syn. Inc.
How are we going to spend New
Years Eve?" Jim asked a few days
before the end of the Old Year.
. Didn't anyone give us a bid? Is
the whole world still making an out
cast of me because of that darn De
Courcey business? 1t gets on my
nerves once in a while. This quiet,
( honeymoon life Of ours is fine, but
grown-ups need Observation-Disclosures
once in a while. Oh-forgive me,
darling-I didn't mean to hurt you'll
wasn't thinking when spoke. No man
could ask for anything more diverting
and stimulating than your society"
That's very sweet Of you, darling,
/ said gravely.
The telephone interrupted me. And
since telephone calls are so rare in our
experience nowadays. both Jim and
l rushed to take the message. / out
ran him and voice greeted me:
Hello. Mrs. Neighbor Harrison-is
that yourself at all?"
1T is that same, Mrs. Neighbor
Stratton," l ventured.
Good work! / don't see how you
knew me. l had the advantage OF
knowing whom ! had called. but you
were clever to get my voice." came
back the friendly tones. "Now please
tell me you're free New Years Eve
and day as well. We've a big farm
wagon which can be turned into a
sleigh if the snow favors us. And we
plan to start Wednesday at shutdown
and drive to an old farmhouse Bert's
father used as hunting and fishing
club for his friends. We've accommo-
dstions for a dozen, and we're taking
Nicholas and a group Of artists and
writer's from around here to stay I'M
til Friday morning or even the fol-
lowing Monday if the workers can be
away that long. 1t would be bully il
you could come. You've kept to your
selves long enough"
''I'll see if my husband thinks we
can make it. And please believe that
there's nothing we'd like better if il
can be DONE" / said. 'At all events,
you're adorable TO ask us. 1t is so nice
finding folks with a regular neigh.
borly spirit. Just a minute, Mrs. STRAIT
ton. while / go see how Jim's engage
ment book reads"
Then drew Jim into the next
room and told him of our invitation.
Evidently the ban is off around
here" he said with relish. I'm darn
glad we're not tabu all over the world.
OF course, we'll go. What made you
hesitatew
II don't know" I said slowly. 81
thought perhaps we should not ac-
cept-" ..r.
"Why?' demanded Jim.
81 thought maybe Mr.. Perry fished
T. ~. .
sure we ought to be so terribly-be-
Golden to him-so indebted that we
can't-call our souls our own"
"Bosh" chaffed Jim. 'If you can't
c6njure up more bogies Suppose he
does want to borrow our best meat
platter some day-or even to lift an
other turkey off usI Let him Please
tell Mrs. Stratton we will be there
with bells on-unless, of course, you'd
rather sit around-and hold hands"
81 prefer to go-by all MEANS" i
said stiffly. vaguely affronted by Jim's
tone, but trying to make myself act
like a good sport, even though / was
hurt to find that Jim was beginning
10 tire of our Paradise for two"
hurried back TO the telephone and
told Mrs, Stratton that we would be
utllBuLtu W JUN n'I patty hhu thNh
I got ont my sewing and began to
work diligently to keep myself from
getting morbid over the idea that Jim
was no longer contented TO spend most
of his time alone with me. A noisy
peal of the doorbell broke the silence
Of the living room. Jim went to an
swcr It. When five minutes passed
and he had not returned, l called to
ask what was the matter.
Jim came into the room smoothing
out a crumpled ball OF paper, which
he laid before me with a gruff: .
II had notion not to show this
TO you" !
l picked up the wrinkled sheet and
read:
THE STATIONS are easygoing. and
gulabil.j The rest Of your naybors don't
forgive 90 easily. If you want TO. live
in this respecterbil community, kepc
TO yourselves. If you come to the
STATIONS farm, take the consequences.
Tar and feathers won't be to mulch,
We doan't want folks like YOU"
The signature to this amazingly
spelled sheet with its labored, dis
guised writing was blurred hand in
smudged and blotted red ink.
"What shall we do?" ! asked.
Nothing" Jim answered CURLY.
'The ignorant food who wrote this
can't get my goat"
But as L looked at Jim's flashing
eyes and furrowed brow l was not at
all sure he meant to ignore the warn