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Show j on S- WAIT YOUR TURN : CORNER By Ona Freeman Lathrop to to BESS WILKINS wondered if she was going to be able to stand another twenty or thirty years of Henry's s t u b- bornness and 3 -Minute impatience! , Fiction 7ZdeVl getting so cranky in his old age, I wonder if I'm going to be able to live out my life with him," she told her marTied daughter, Alice. "Why, Mother, how you talk!" Alice looked shocked. "Well, he actually embarrasses me in restaurants and public places if we aren't the first to be waited on. And today he wouldn't even bank his money from that last real estate deal just because there was a line ahead of him." "Just don't pay any attention to him," Alice advised . "You probably proba-bly aggravate him more when you argue with him. Maybe he isn't well?" "There's nothing the matter with him that a good hard jolt wouldn't cure, and I'm going to think up a way to jolt him out of his cussed-ness," cussed-ness," Bess announced. But she hadn't yet thought up the jolt when she and Henry were driving out for groceries that evening. eve-ning. "Got to have some gas In the car before we can go to town," Henry announced, a scowl cluttering up his once-so-placid face. "Henry, I'll need some money," she informed him as they drove along. "Well, here, take my wallet and get out a ten-spot." Silently she counted the bills. No sense in Henry carrying that much money on him. She helped herself and replaced the wallet. Henry pulled into the neighborhood neigh-borhood gas-station. No one came out. He honked the horn. Alice advised her mother not to pay any attention to him, "Maybe he Isn't well," she suggested. sug-gested. Then he honked again, not once u -' but twice, 'and then again long blast. Bess couldn't contain herself any longer, much as she had determined not to argue ( with him. P "Now Henry, don't be so imp: tient," she said meekly. tl "Well, for the love of Mike! Vhe: a man wants service, he wants : quick." He gave the horn anotk' k fierce blast. "But Henry, you know that hoc c sticks sometimes. You'll have t ; sticking if you blow It like that" 'Then they can fix it." And t: sl tooted it again. No one came out "By the Lord Harry, I'm goi! in there and tell them what I thins of them," he shouted, getting of-"I of-"I can see some one in there mot- s tag around." TjESS WATCHED. Yes, she coi: t see a form moving in the dfc J interior. Funny the lights hatf i been turned on yet. She saw HeniT I step inside and close the door be- ! hind him. Then she saw somethii? , that made her heart skip a bea' ' His hand went up high above t: i head. A stick-upl ; There ought to be some wa.'' f Aften all, she couldn't have an; thing happen to Henry. She leant: over and pushed the horn cl"-' down. It stuck as she had hopt: it would. The station door flew open, masked bandit stuck his head on- "Shut that off, sister!" he snarlei "I can't. It's stuck," she told hit trying to keep her voice bc squeaking in high soprano. "Get that crate out of here thea he snarled. "I don't know how to drive, j and besides, my husband h " j the keys In bis pocket." She could see heads sticking out ol doors and people stopping turn and grin at the corner. "Come on, Eddie, we've got scram out of here," the first -'.. croaked, and they came out on run to a parked car. By that tiff-a tiff-a police car was rounding ; corner. Henry and the gas-station attec-ant attec-ant came out sheepishly to disc0' v nect the horn and fix it. t III "You sure saved our ., Bess," Henry murmured in a s- K dued voice. "But my bank-roll jj gone. After this" Bess smiled. "Oh, I had take- H all the money out of your t except nine dollars, but I think H"' will teach you not to be so W te tient anyway, Henry. Next tin . wait your turn." M |