Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1927-08-26

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s;..;s.l yer uses face powder, but
.h. h,.i bottle of cold cream she
y o.'raalrnally when we go on long
rides Ia the car. Some one had poured
ink IN The cream and my dear Stacia
ruined enc of her best pillows and
appeared ut breakfast slightly
stained"
anything elsef"
"lQu will think me insane"
"Quecr things happen, and maybe
you're In the hands of a clever prac-
teal joker"
Last Sunday my wife was carving
the chicken and had reserved some
small pieces OF white meat for herself,
They were whisked Off her plate and
vanished. Yes, sir"
The doctor considered. "Was your
wife fond of chicken?"
"AIy poor wife was excessively fond
Of the pleasures of the table,"
Here the whole row of books fell
down. knocking the doctor Off his
chair, while poor Bundy seemed to re-
celve more than customarily severe
punishment. The doctor sat on the
TO himself that scientist said: "a could
swear fat woman's arms went
around my neck. And didn't that
enormous woman drench herself In
SeDtember dreams2"
Hastily brushing off his trousers,
the doctor left the room to search for
a volume bearing on what he believed
to be solution of this problem.
Ever hear Of poltergeists2" he
asked, casually.
"No, never. These poltergelsts,
would they grow In this cllmateT
John liked to have the latest In his
yard.
mot that kind" said the diplomatic
doctor. II mean the-er-the unrest
full spirit, ghost, II you will, that plays
pranks on the living and has to be
exercised. Men of science are agreed
that such phenomena are possible,
many Of them, that Is"
absurd, James, absurd. thought
you were a sane, clever man. | did
not come to be made fun OFF,
swell, you say you and Mrs. Bundy
are both disturbed. Have the chill
dren suffered anyr
"PoOr Billy complained he saw his
mother the other night and she said
my dear Stacla should be In the pen
for false statements. Now, the kids
all like their stepmother and we
agreed 1t was a nightmare after too
much supper. They all eat well.'
The doctor shook his head. Don't
you worry. I'm going to Invite myself
for tonight to see your home and
wen see"
At dinner were Bernlce, Billy, Der
trand, Bertha, Belinda, Bettlna Bar
net and Burton ut was u within Of the
late Mrs. Bundy to give all her own
initial Besides, each one Is better
baby" she had declared. Stacla did
not like unexpected visitors. She
was cordial because she realized only
some unforeseen calamity could In
duce her husband to violate precedent
In this matter of an overnight guest.
When told the occasion demanded
the presence OF n doctor she ut once
protested her willingness to assist.
ave will keep our vigil In the den,"
she declared. "There are only a few
reference books there and they cannot
hurt anyone"
The family was retired at eleven.
The three injured friends took their
seats In a small room and talked of
how careless some people were with
their children when cars passed and
how glad they were so different. Then
sleepy content stole over the doctor
and he remarked that soon the trout
would rise.
Suddenly Mrs Bundy let out thin
yell. "SOme one Is shaking me by
the hair" she said, and, to the utter
amazement OF her husband and the
doctor, she jumped up--but her hair,
the only long plat left In Lumpvlle,
sailed through the air and began to
circle the ceiling, while all the books
fell with crash to the floor.
Doctor Jones saw his name In the
papers as an assistant at veritable
seance The future was bright. John,
annoyed beyond measure at this ex-
pose OF his wlfe's artlflce, began to
pick up the books, among others the
gorgeous gold and green "Prominent
Citizens" which accidentally fell open
at his own name.
Pride overmastered all else. I'm
needing the clrcllng transformation
which had by this time gently de
scended to earth. he read: "Bundy,
John, born Lumpvllle 1872, son OF
Marcus Elias and Mary Jane (Per
klns) u. Ed pub. schools. Married
Bertha Burton OF Slampori 1893 (dled
1920. Married I'd, Anastacia Lar
connie Of Lumpvllle. Children: Der
nice, Billy, Bertrand, Bertha, Belinda
Bettlna. Barnet Burton" lie got
no further. for the doctor, looking
over his shoulder, shouted: "Tve got
II You got 'em mixed. The darn
book Is credlting, her children to your
1ecOnd wife,"
For the second time that day the
medical man was distinctly aware OF
a Whit Of midsummer dreams.