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- ' By Stuart B.- Stone.
'On'tfie day "of the beautiful
pink-and-white wedding Mr.
rWeston kissed" Mrs Wesson 173
times." MrsWeston kept careful
tab. ,On the-second. day of their
wedded life the tab bounded up
to 202 rthe record. And " Mrs.
Weston'has'that blessed date un
derlined in" red. After that came
And. then atlast came the woe
f qlj woeful day when Mr. Weston
arose excitedly 'from the break
"Great Scott!" he cried. "It's
the day of the Ferndale lots sale.
"Albertr called Mrs. Weston,"
standing suggestively in the
doorway. "Haven't you forgot
Weston patted every pocket.
"N-n-n-o. Got care tickets,
gloves, grocery list got every
thing'Iknow' anything about."
' "Very well," said Mrs. Weston,
in a Strang, low voice. - "You may
go ahead then."
As Weston descended the steps
three at a time, theidoor of No. 19
banged with a crash. When he
reached the office the- clerk ad
dressed him. "Your wife rang for
you a bit ago, sir." ,' '
Weston hastened to the pftone.
'D6n't' you think, by this' time
that you forgot something," 'Al
gert?" asked his wife. '.
, Weston went'thrdugh-hisspock-ets
again. " "Noper-feverything
present or accounted for."
At.lliplcldck she putithe same
flucry. .Weston bggan to be worw
ried. "Look here, Clara, if 1 haVe
forgotten anything, tell me." I
don't know what- you're up to."
"Oh, don't youP' came the"
snapping" answer; and Weston
experienced a mysterious feeling
v At 12 o'clock he was astounded
to have his mother-in-law call.
"I've come down to see you about
Clara," said the irate lady. "She
complains that you have forgot
ten" , By .the time that Weston fin
ished sputtering, 'his indignant
surprise, the minister appeared
and asked for private andience.
"I am greatly pained to learn
that, so valueda member of my
flock has forgotten"
"Forgotten!" roared Weston.
"I'll forget myself if you people -don't
leave me alone."
After the minister had abrupt
ly departed, Mr. Cox of Cox &
Bagby, attorneys, entered. "I've
been retained, by Mrs. Weston,"
he declared. "I will say, however,
that her grounds o'f complaint are
as yet somewhat vague to me. It
seems that you have forgotten"
"Forget it forget it forget
it!'.' bellowed Weston, wild with
rage and worry. "L'll go and see
my wife and find out just what I
forget,"' ' i.
On the way Home Weston
strained his imaginative faculties,
but could not recall the fateful
omission. Then it was that he
conceived a really brilliant idea.
Stepping into a dry goods store
he purchased a spool of red silk
thread and securely tied, ayapd
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