Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1940-12-06
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from the
Democrats Pen

little story, very interesting about
"Where did you read the story?"
the office boy, again looking over
my shoulder, asked. That boys a
mess.
"None of your business" l replied.
eff it will do you any good, I'll tell
you I didn't read it in the Readers
Digest, 'Bacon's Essays, Shakes
peare', or the Holy Scriptures. 1
feel at Liberty to read what I
please"
Well, this was story entitled:
"The Wrong Number" It told of a
very unhappy wife, who had been
separated from her husband for some
years, he being very prominent
physician.
One day her phone rang. She
answered it and faint call of dis
tress came over the wires. 1t was
a hurry call for Bobby" to come, and
before the message was completed,
a drop was heard on the floor, re-
vealing that the phone had fallen
and perhaps body had gone with it.
1t was the wrong number. But
the situation appealed to the woman
who had answered the ring. She
determined to find out who the caller
was, and what caused the summons.
She started out, and, after much
difficulty, she found the number, en-
tered the house, and found woman
stretched on the floor very ill. I'm
mediately, the divorced wife thought
Of her one-time husband. Instructive
~, she put in pressing call for him.
In short while he arrived, not know
ing whom he was to meet in that
sick room. Imagine his surprise
when he saw his wife in that meager-
~ furnished apartment administering
to the needs of sick stranger. The
outcome, Of course, was a reconcilia-
ton, and both lived happily ever af-
teTward. as
"The Wrong Number" was the title,
and it came back to me in full force
in connection with an incident which
might furnish a plot for another
"The Wrong Number" although diff
fsrent in its setting and may be lack
ing the delightful denoument Of
the magazine article.
One of Pocomoke's prominent citi-
Gems hasn't been behaving himself
properly so far as observing the
rules of the road" are concerned.
He says he has, but he's got to tell
that to the Judge. He received a
pink slip this week telling him he
was due at a certain point on GER
tain day to answer charges for, not
q hit-and-run job, but for a nom
stop trip, passing school bus paus-
ed on the road and conveying school
children
Now, our friend here says he wasn't
there, but courts of law become accus-
toned to that sort of thing, and
you got to prove what you say.
faint no use to say you were having
a tooth pulled, or a haircut, or be-
ing measured for suit of clothes, or
playing a game of bridge, or enter
tanning your mother-in-law, or doing
anv one of another thousand things
one might mention. When the law
says "you gotta go, you gotta CO."
So our friend must hike up and over
to "Annie Randall" county, some
where between Maryland's capital
and the Monumental City and carry
his proof of an alibi with him.
He says he never was in that
blasted section anyhow; futher-some-
more, he was at home helping his
wife string the stringless beans for
dinner. His car was not out of the
garage all day long; and, how in the
name of Sam Hill, Josh Billings, and
Charlie Mccarthy, anybody should
nick on the number of his license tag,
he can't tell. They got the right
number all right, but he says it was
on the wrong car.
But these police justieesI They
don't take no hearsay evidence. 1
haven't heard yet whether anybody
has interviewed "the wife" as to the
aid he was supposed to be giving
her in the matter of getting dinner
ready; it may be only a rumor, and
maybe he was really somewhere
where he ought not to have been.
If so, he is only another proof OF the
soundness of the old adage: BE sure
your sin will find you out"
Anyhow, he says when he sits this
thing to the bottom, he's going to
recommend trip to the oculist for
the guy who read that license tag.
And when that alibi is established,
he's going to make somebody fork