Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1926-07-23
THE
PARKED
HUSBAND
By MRS. C. N. WILLIAMSON
t@, 1925, Western Newspaper UnIon1

you know all about parking"
your automobiles, or even Qf
i you're fapper) your corsets,
when you go to dance. And
you have heard how shop girls park"
their chewing gum under the counter
when they go home. But to park"
a husband Is only just coming into
fashion. 1t is dangerous fashion.
Mrs, Dick Morrison, from New
York, rather thought she had invented
1t when she wanted to learn something
about London's jolly old heart, by GO
ing inc the pit for the new Drury
Lane first night.
Say, Dick" she coaxed, you
shouldn't have married brilliant
young journalist If you didn't want
your wife to do queer things"
Dick Morrison had begun to wish
that he hadn't married brilliant
young journalist If you didn't want
of a journalist; but 1t was too late in
the day to think of that, and he was
much too klnd-hearted to mention 1t.
Instead, he asked what was the most
topical queer thing, and she ex-
planned:
"They say we can get couple of
boy messengers to keep places in the
queue for US. But let's engage them
only for the night dts going to be a
twenty-four hours seance), and you
and will relieve them about 0 a. m
1t will be awful fun !"
Dick consented to see her through,
but not with as keen enthusiasm as
when she had been Miss Sadie San
derson Of the New York Patriot.
Dick therefore, was not by any
means dumfOunded when Sadie
sprang the real plan upon him. though
he realized in a minute that this was
what she had meant from the first.
She didn't propose 1t until they had
been seated for few minutes, only
dozen bodies down from the pit
door, on their new artlst-stools. Then
she said that she was getting the
jumps, and both her feet had gone to
sleep. If Dick didn't mind reckoning
one of those men hanging about for
jobs, she'd go and have stroll.
Three hours later at the Lyceum
club, where she was a foreign mem
Der, she told a friend she'd asked to
lunch with her that she'd parked
her husband IN the pit queue at Drury
Lane theater 81 sent him note be-
fore l went shopping In Bond street
by a messenger" Sadie went on. 81
told him / wasn't feeling equal to the
whole day, but I'd be along about six
thirty, and would he please take notes
on the pad I left him of any funny
things that happened, or thoughts that
occurred to him, so l could write 'em
up for the Patriot. He's perfectly
safe. Too safe to be interesting So
now you and l can just moon around
and do what we like till slx-thlrty,"
she added.
The guest was man, quite pleas
ant young man she and Dick had met
on the ship.
When the messenger had bawled
"Mr. Morrison - And Mr.. Morrison
had yelled "Here" Dick didn't care
at all that Sadie had thrown him
down"
Dick had no drink but coffee, In a
thermos
This being the case, the hired sitter
thought he would have to accept, say,
fifteen bob, and go, or he might faint.
There ensued slight discussion over
this, as the occupant of the chair had
agreed to remain until the return Of the
lady for the payment Of one qulg,
sandwiches and cigarettes all found.
Luckily or unluckily, Dick had a sense
Of humor, and something the man said
appealed to 1t. A laugh burst It's
bonds, and a girl, dellcately edglng
past the queue, paused for a second
out Of sheer curiosity. Her eyes met
Dicks. He tried not to look, but
when she spoke. Well, what
she said gave him much the same
shock her eyes had given.
"What a shame You'll lose the
other place, won't you? Would you
like me to keep It for awhile, till some
one else turns upT'
Dick hadn't been caring much be-
cause IL he'd lost sadie's place he
could have given her his, and that
would have been all right II was the
sort of thing good American husbands
of brilliant young journalists were
supposed to do. But though he wouldn't
have minded losing the seat, he sud
denly felt that he wouldn't lose this
stranger for the world. Besides, was
she a stranger?
"Would you reallyf" he asked. Her
answer was to sit down, facing him,
on the backless stool.
OF course even II you were good as
gold, yet at the same time man, you
could easily understand why some
girls might do such thing; but not
this glf4. Dick thought she looked
like lovely dryad Of the woods,
that had learned how to dress and
put on It's hat at just the right angle,
and had breezed into big city for
days fun. He was going to be part
Of her fun!
"You want to know whyf" she cate
chised. "Or do you think you do
know already? Tell me the truth"
Dick told her about the woOd-nymph,
alias dryad.
THAT'S because almost everything
about me Is brown or green" she said.
He noticed then that there were green
sparkles In her brown eyes.
Perhaps you're right, though" she
went on AT least. / always keep a
hidden private wood Of my own to
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