MUTT AND JEFF
YOU MEAN IF I PAY -SIXTY DOLLARS A YEAR-)
FOR LIFE INSURANCE
ON MY WIFS I'LL GET $5000 WHEN SHE DIES?
THATS RIGHT!
OK, ILL TAKE THE POLICY!
OK, I'LL TAKE SIXTY. DOLLARS!
WELL ER IMA LITTLE SHORT ON CASH RIGHT NOW BUT I'LL PAYIT!
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I'M SORRY, SIR. BUT THE COMPANY | INSISTS THAT ALL PREMIUMS MUST BE -
PAID WHEN THE POLICY IS ISSUED
WHAT RE THEY AFRAID
OF?- - ILL
PAY IT!:
I'M SORRY, SIR, BUT WEÇANT
TAKE THAT
RISK!
JUNI 20, 1989 By BUD FISHER
RISK? WHAT RISK?
YOU CAN TAKE THE SIXTY BUCKS
RIGHT OUT OF THE #5,000 VI GET: WHEN MY WIFE KICKS)
THE BUCKET!
YES, THAT PUTS,
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THE DAILY SHORT STORY
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When Eric heard Fanchon's voice on Fanchon was, half-way through her the telephone he was silent for a mo- third scotch. Her voice was getting ment, glancing, almost furtively about more shrill, her laughter more loud. the room. Then he remembered that Eric knew the signs. This time she Grace had gone out. "All right," he was going to be silly and attract at said into the transmitter. I'll meet tention. Suddenly his giance fell on you at the Night Owl in half an hour." Tom, and Hope Baxter across the room, The club was only half full when he they hadn't seen him yet, but they got there. It was still early in the would and they'd tell Grace. They evening. Fanchon. was, waiting in the were that kind.
lobby, looking lovely and amused in a "Let's get out of here," he said in a black, tulle gown, her blonde hair piled low tone. "Let's go to the Bon Ton." high on her head.
Fanchon suddenly burst out laugh- "Darling!" she said. "You're late!" ing. "Ericah, you're so cute! Come on, "I came as quickly as I could," Eric Ericsh, kiss mel" said. He stared at her breathlessly, Eric got up, beckoning to a waiter, wanting to kiss her, but he was aware Together they persuaded Fanchon to that people were about.
walk to the lobby. A maid brought When they were seated at a remote her wrap. A doorman signalled for a table he said: "Look, honey, you taxi. Instead of giving the address of shouldn't call me at the house."
the Bon Ton he gave Fanchon's apart- Her eyes were amused again. “Oh ment. For the first time since he had come, sweet, that's a stuffy, and old known-and fallen in love with her- fashioned idea. Married people aren't he was disgusted. Ordinarily he like that these days.”
wouldn't care, but to-night the Baxters "Most married people aren't I'm had seen him and would be sure to tell. not. But Grace 1s." He remembered For a reason that he didn't stop to
By Barbara Ann Benedict
suddenly that that was what had ap analyse he wanted to see Grace before pealed to him about Grace when he had- Hope Baxter did. He wanted-well he first met her six years ago. She was wanted to explain. old-fashioned, and being old-fashioned The thought at first made him laugh. he knew he could depend upon her. It He was getting soft, getting old-fash- was a good feeling.
ioned. Then he found himself thinking Fanchon smiled at him over her of Charlie's advice, and of Grace. Grace scotch and soda. It was her second really was a fine woman. After they and they had been there only ten min survived this youthful, newly-married utes. "You've been neglecting me. I period and got into middle age he'd be haven't heard from you for three full days. I should be angry. To-night you'll have to be especially nice."
nocent.
glad to have her. Suddenly, thinking of Grace, his heart felt warm. Some- how he'd make her understand about He reached out and took her hand in what had happened to-night. It both of his. It was a soft warm hand. wouldn't be hard. She was so trust- It sent a tremor through his body. ing, so inuch in love with him, so in-
"I couldn't help it, honey. Sometimes. He knew that wasn't so, but he had to say something. Grace trusted him im Grace wasn't home when he came in- plicitly, depending upon him. That's to the house. There was a note on the what made all this so hard.
bedside table: "How long are you going to keep yourself tied to that mouse-like crea keep it from you any longer.
“Eric dear: There's po use trying to You ture?"
must have noticed by now. In order Curiously he resented the aspersion. to spare us both unpleasant moments, Not but what the description aptly fit. I have run away with Charlie. Darling, ted Grace. She was mouse-like. Weak.. forgive me, but Charlie and I have al- Helpless. Innocent. Too trusting. Too ways been mad about each other." much in love with him. Too afraid to (Distributed by: The Associated face the world without him.
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But he resented having even Fanchon call her mouse-like, because, in a sense, it was a reflection on his own charac- fer. After all, he had married her. She was still his wife,
But he said: "It won't be long now. I'm going to make a break."
Fanchan accepted her, third scotch and soda from the waiter. Eric's mouth became a little grim. It was always the third that did things to her; she was as apt to make a scene as not. Scenes were bad because there was al- ways the chance that Grace might hear about them:
A cold shudder went through him when he considered such a possibility. He could see the incredulous look in her eyes. The growing, wonder ́s and hurt. Perhaps he should let her know. gradually, beginning, when he first fell in love with Fanchon, Or bett perhaps he should have taken Cha Brown's advice, Charlie was his oldes! friend, and wises Charlie suspect about Fanchon, Charlie Had
"Don't be a fool, Eriä. Yot prize of a wife. You'll go a long ways before you find another.”
"I don't know what you're. about," Eric had replied Irrit
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