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Show His Wife's Brother's Wife Some mon most men, the. cynloa have It may adore- their wives prop-rly prop-rly and yet-not b blind to the fsct that In ths world ar other attractive women. Tunsley was an exception. Any of his acquaintances could have assured you that tt the earth had suddenly sud-denly been depopulated ot Its feminine femi-nine Inhabitants, with the exception of Mrs. Tunsley, he would havo gone right on blissfully unaware of .the fact. Tunsley came to Chicago on business. busi-ness. The second day he dutifully telephoned his wife's brother's wife, who Informed him 'that her husband was away on business. "Then you must com) downtown and have dinner with mo," said the sympathetic Tunsley. "And, say, we'll do the auto show afterward!" "Oh, bow nice!" said his wife's brother's wife. "I haven't been anywhere any-where since Tom's been gone!" Thus tt came about that Tunsley found himself placidly dining that evening at ono of the fashionable cafes with bis relative whllo thoy discussed dis-cussed family gossip. Suddenly his wife's brother's wife spoke. "What a horrid man!" she murmured. mur-mured. "Why should he keep staring over here In that condescending way?" "Where?" Inquired Tunsley, looking. "Oh," he said, "that's Samson a business busi-ness acquaintance of mine hero I" He bowed cheerfully to Samson, "I wonder won-der why ho doesn't come over and be sociable." ' Something about Samson's smile distracted dis-tracted Tunsloy. Then he became slowly aware that his wife's brother's wife across tho table was really not so old as she might have been and that her apparel was decidedly becoming. be-coming. TunBley also found aa he stared at her that sho was good to look upon, though why Samson's smile should havo mado htm discover this was to him a mystery. When Samson strolled over to tho next tablo but one to speak to somobody and studiously studi-ously kept his back turned on Tunsloy and his companion Tunsely felt a sudden sud-den rush of embarrassment It was quite plain that Samson thought be didn't want to bo seen! "John," said his wlfo's brother's wife at this point, "was there evor apoplexy ap-oplexy In your family? Your face Is so red that It's purple 1" "Either apoplexy or smallpox I forget for-get which," mumbled Tunstey. "Let's hurry to tho auto Bhow." "Oh, what a stunning carl" Bald Tun-sley's Tun-sley's wife's brother's wife some tlmo later, pausing beforo an exhibit. "Uok John!" "Yes, yes," said Tunsjoy, uneasily as ho edged away. "Thoro's n much nicer one over hero!" His companion refused to move, standing entranced beforo the machine ma-chine of hor dreams. What Tunsley's awaVencd fears had dreaded soon happened. hap-pened. The exhibit la question was from his home city and the man In charge know him and spied him. He descended on tho 'ihappy victim with outstretched hand. "Hello, John, old man!" ho cried, gayly. Then ho glanced at his companion. com-panion. "My sister. Mrs. Urgrum-m-m, Mr. Mummsmm," muttered Tunsley "I am very glad to meet you," said the man In charge, Impressively. He was a good-looking man and there was a surprised twinkle In his left eye which Infuriated Tunsley. Ha continued to smile on Tunsley's wife's brother's wife. "I'm glad," ho said, "that John told me you are his slater! 'I didn't know he had a slstor In Chicago! Chi-cago! It's lucky, because I'm a friend ot Mrs. Tunsley's and I was going to run straight to her when I got home and tell her how shockingly John acts when he gets away from bomol Ha! Ha! Good Joke!" "Hart Har!" barkc! Tunsley, hollowly, hol-lowly, his face crimson. Somehow ho had tho awful suspicion that tho man in charge doubted his word But hla wlfo's brother's wife only laughed with tho man and offcied no soothing word of explanation. Sho seemed to regard tt as a Joko and Tunsloy felt cold prickles creeping up his splno.v If only his wlfe'b brother's wife had hnd tho common senso to bo ton years older or to hnvo holes In hor gloves or to talk about getting borne to tho children! But sho didn't. Sho had tho tlmo of her llfo wandering among tho exhibits exhib-its Tunsley mot exactly seven other persons who know him at home nnd every ono of tho saven beamed at him with the samo lurking twinkle when ho Introduced his wife's brother's broth-er's wlfo. "Thank you so much, John," said bis wlfo's brothor's wlfo when finally the let him tako her homo. "I've had a perfectly beautiful tlmel When are you coming again?" "When?" echoed Tunsloy, mopping his still fevered brow. "I think I may be In Chicago a;aln In about twenty-live twenty-live years!" |
