Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1927-08-26
THE
FIRST MRS.
BUNDY
"a by D. J. walsh.)

" ried q second time' II was
agreed that he did the right
thing, Eight children are burden
on any man, even II he be manager
Of small but prosperous rural bank,
and when an automobile had removed
his emlnently efficient wife from her
earthly usefulness his choice Of the
science teacher of the high school was
deemed wise and good.
Mr. Bundy was banker by design
and vocation. His mind turned to
figures ms a plant toward the sun. His
children resembled nothing so much
as a stout column of figures. Mrs.
Bundy II ("her that was Stacia Lar
combe of the high" as the farmers
wives called her) fitted admirably to
the buslnesslike scheme. She looked
precise. She was reported to have
made wise Investments. Her hair
was smoothly parted. Her HANGS were
broad tipped, eminently practical.
The Bundy residence" was model.
It fronted Main street. Its yard was
smooth as to grass and mathematical
as to floral variety. One regulated
ones watch by the appearance OF John
Bundy In his shiny closed car return
Ing from the bank each afternoon.
1t was therefore In the nature Of
an earthquake when he was seen to
enter the door Of the house of the
only medical man in the village, who
was known to have prediction for
psychical research.
Mr.. Bundy was not sick. He was
merely thoroughly frightened. When
the merry-eyed man Of pills greeted
him he stroked his smooth-shaven,
plump cheek and-stammered.
Now, 1t Is not to the discredit Of
the man of medicine II he thought for
the moment the sedate little banker
had been celebrating. John Bundy
had never heretofore been known to
stammer.
James JONES'" he said at length,
Il believe l should have gone first to
the police"
"Glad to see you. John. Always
glad to see you. You and the chill
dren and your good wife. too. certainly
look fine. They're credit to the air
of Lumpville, and though they don't
help to make me a heavy depositor
they're a pleasure to see. Billy goes
to college this fall, eh1 A promising
half-back, unless I'm much mis-
taken"
"Favors his poor motherw sighed
the banker, and rubbed his bald spot
as he started violently.
"There It is again r. he exclaimed.
"Come, come, john" said the doc
tor. whats the troublef Been work.
ing too hard, ehi"
81 don't know what the trouble is
and that's the troubled"
Lets see II we can't clear 1t up"
aud the doctor ceased to play with
his paperweight.
swell, James, it's like this: Let's
see. Oh, yes. Well, 1t was the day
that prominent American citizens
came home. They'd begged me for
brief sketch of my civic work and my
dear Stacla wrote q few words for me,
and that night my dear Stacia and
were aroused from our rest by crash
that sounded as II all the china In the
Kitchen were broken. On going down
to see found our Havlland wedding
service smashed to atoms on the floor.
My dear Stacia there he again rubbed
his head) is most careful. She Is GER
tain the china was locked In the closet.
would trust my Stacia as l would
old jenkins, who locks the vaults of
the bank Unlike my poor Bertha, she
never overlooks a thing. "Ouchi" He
Jumped up and nearly bounced onto
the doctors lap.
poor old john" thought that wor-
thy, "just the season Larsen makes
cherry brandy. and Lord knows what's
In It," Aloud, he said: "Sit down,
John, there's good fellow, and let
me take your pulse Nothing wrong
there. Feeling pretty good. amt your
lie had to feel his way with caution,
for Bundy was a church warden,
prohbitlOnIst and could take away
patronage to the city physician any
moment ne chose
"TO resume my story, absurd as 1t
may SEEM my conversation with my
wife and friends Is frequently inter-
rupted by what seems to be violent
blow on my head l."
"Any headacher
"No, sir. why, rye never had
headache In my life. I play golf Sat
urdays. walk to work, and only drive
home afternoons because my Oldest
girl insists II looks WELL"
snow, John. I'm an old friend. You
and have iished and done heap OF
things together In the old days.
want to help you. don't altogether
hold with this speculation game my
self-be frank"
The little banker drew himself up.
I give you my word of honor I have
not been In a deal these ten years"
The words had scarcely left his lips
when he fairly skipped around the
room, his hand to his bald spot, as II
more than commonly businesslIke
wallop had hit his denuded Uranium
Look out - shouted the doctor
You're knocking over my books
You look ~ II you had stopped a left.
handler from Tunnry."
"Am going lnaane?" called the
banker. "1hpsp blows"
''Ttll me one thing: Does Mrs.