Evening star., 1942-02-22

He loves you but he doesn't realize it. The thing can't
understand is why does he keep on seeing herr
She's told him she's fascinated by medicine She makes
him talk and talk You how he loves to explain things
He sits there explaining by the hour very intelligent
an he said to me- Charming too don't you Think Funny
her husband didn't appreciate her. The IDIOT! Jacquene
said ondly But the first thing you know he marry her
Claude tried hard to think of the word and did, She's
got him hybnOtized
"Shes graspng sort of woman. with money - with
everything" Jacoueline said do you know how many
times he's been there? Two times week. sometimes three
Seven weeks Exactly sixteen times"
Claude pulled at his scraggy mustache Sixteen tines
he murmured absently There strange. glazed look
in his eyes, Out of nowhere umphantly an idea was grow
ing his mind Its magnicence staggered him. The longer
he considered it. the hawless this idea became.
The situation Dr. Batau earnest naive in the grip of the
deadly Madame Hupon The proper wife for him, obviously
Jacquene but helpless to do anything about too nice
to do it anyway. The solution breathtakngy simple:
Break things up the doctor and Madame Hupont
Sixteen times you say?" Claude asked.
Seventeen, now. with this afternoon
Good" Claude said.
Good? How do you
But he was already out of the door
LIVERY Thursday night the doctor went to chess club in
the next village The next Thursday night very dark,
happily Claude paid visit to the Office He
but the thought of his steeled him. Opening
dow He knew his around inside and found
what he wanted He had to practice several times but then
he had it perfectly He looked at it with pride 1t
masterfuly done, it pity he couldn't keep it, With
infinite satisfaction he left closing the window behind him.
Two afternoons later, Claude dropped by the doctors
office He noted the radiant smile Jacquene face she
looked up greet him Good afternoon he said MY leg
little pain - The doctor is in?"
"Oh. Caude" she said. Claude The most wonderful
thing The doctor he won't be going her any more
What" with guarded surprise.
He went there yesterday for tea and - he told she
said, YOU You have the audacty to show yourself here
Please do the courtesy of presenting yourself at
my house again. Mo- No explanations! 1t speaks for itself
Please leave once! He told about it, and he said
I wonder what's wrong with that silly woman? Well. he
said think I've been wasting much time there anyway
Then he smiled at if he hadn't for weeks -"
But what was the matter with her?
He didn't find out He just walked away don't think he
really cared IT. just if he'd become ,01hybnOfzeG
Ah-hum Claude cleared his throat. DR.. Batault had
in. He smiled at Jacqueline and nodded to Claude
Leg botherng you again." he asked cheerfuly.
He looked fine, Claude thought He seemed glance
Jacquene every other minute 1t looked indeed he could
finally what in front of him.
He explained all about the leg again. but Claude not
listening Instead he relishng in his mind
the image impershaby retained there, the masterpiece he
had mailed to Madame Hupont nights before after
painstakngy filling it out in the doctors Office.
DR.. Rene Batault,' it said above Then
ITO: Madame Therese Hupont