The Wyandotte herald. (Wyandotte, Mich.) 1879-1943, 1940-06-14
BIC ENOUGH
FOR TWO
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By ALICE DUANE
Mcclure Syndicate-WNU Service1
CIV T ELL, then, what did you
N/ mean if you didn't mean
w what you said?"

w what you said?"
Bert Baldwin glared
across the room at his wife Cath
| crime She was 21-tall, with lovely
brown eyes and dark hair that grew
in a beautiful line about her white
forehead. Her face was one meant
for repose and quietness.
Just now, though she did not real
ize it, anger sat most unbecomingly
on her pretty features. The quicker
about her lips, the frown above her
| eyes, gave slightly ridiculous as
pect to her looks.
Bert, only couple of years older,
| was made for laughter and happl-
/ ness. For Bert, it must be admit
ted, hadn't watched the scales quite
as carefully as he should have. That
| statement may be misleading. Bert
| had watched the scales. He had a
pair, wedding gift, finished in a
soft sea green, in his bathroom.
Every morning he watched the
hand shoot around, CULVER and come
to a stop in a position slightly adj
vanced over that of the day be-
| fore. Bert had watched this happen.
But the sight of the quivering, ever
advancing hand, though it disturbed
him, did not have the effect of di-
minishing his appetite.
Bert ate largely and gratifyingly
of the delicious meals his young
wife struggled over, and Bert had
grown into the overweight class
without a qualm of conscience.
Bert, then, was made for laugh
ter and happiness.
The thunderous scowl and the
pickering wrinkles that now marred
the smoothness of his expression
were most inappropriate.
"WeII, what did l say?" Catherine
shot back at her husbands angry
query.
"You said I played rotten game
of contract"
"All right, maybe I did. But you
said why did 1 drag you out where
they played contract. How did /
know they were going to play con-
tract at the SANKEY'S last night, and
did l drag you, anyway"
Bert tried to master his dignity.
He felt that Catherine was acting
q little foolish.
"You most certainly did. You
said, Come on, let's go over to the
Stanleys'. Just sit on their porch
few minutes. This place is dead
| Didn't YOU say that?"
What of it? You were sitting
there snoring, with about as much
effort to be entertaining as"
Bert sighed.
Catherine certainly was letting
herself go.
who" he said, with fine sarcasm,
sis trying to make home pleasant
now?"
ooh, keep quiet" Catherine
| jumped to her feet and faced Bert
| angrily. "This house certainly isn't
big enough for both of u.s."
my thought, exactly" said Bert.
And he stepped through the open
door to the porch, slamming it as
he went.
Catherine went upstairs to her
room, hot anger pounding through
her veins. she decided, as she
neared the top, that she had meant
just what she said. The house wasn't
big enough for them both.
She would leave.
She wouldn't 60 home, just yet
she would go to New York for few
days, until she had time to look
about and think things out.
It was three o'clock Saturday aft
ernoon and everything was in shape
for the weekend. Even in this final
| moment of leavetaking, Catherine
was glad that one of Bert's favorite
chocolate pies rested on the pantry
shelf, that the refrigerator was well
stocked with fruit and vegetables,
and that she had laid in a steak and
chops, meats even Bert could cook.
Noisily, at first, and then quietly,
so that she shouldn't be heard by
Bert, Catherine packed a suitcase
with clothes for two or three days.
| She carried it, with her hat and
gloves and handbag, quietly down
stairs, and put them all in the pam
| try.
Then, at the kitchen table, she
wrote a note to Bert. She propped
it up against the kitchen clock. He'd
see it there, eventually. He'd come
to the kitchen to eat, or to look for
| her, of course. She gave a few
Strengthening touches to things-put
the chocolate pie in the refrigerator,
got out some fresh dish towels,
looked to be sure there was plenty
of coffee in the canister.
d. Then, listening carefully, she de-
cided, she could get away unnoticed.
She heard Bert going upstairs. Be-
fore he missed her, she could get
| away.
She pulled on her hat, seized her
suit case, handbag and gloves, and
a few moments later was sitting at
the end of the station waiting room
waiting for the FOURTEEN TO New
York. She stayed there, at the end
| of the station, sheltered from the
platform, until the train came in.
Then she dashed quickly aboard and
seated herself at the front end of
| the first car.
She didn't want to attract atten-