AWFUL BLUNDER.

Lake Wakatip Mail, Issue 3222, 9 January 1917, Page 3

AWFUL BLUNDER.

BIGLEY'S HASTE TO SAVE HIS SUIT WAS DISASTROUS. "I never did .li e that suit." Bigley jumped l <i' ' r " m the break " fast tale with a shov of impatience. "I cant help it f you don't," he exclaimed. '1 pail 60 d liars for it, and I can't afford to throw it away.' A pause. "But I'm going to," he added, savagely. "I've suitertd enough in it. It is too small, and I simply can't stand it. 1 put it on this morning for the Qrst time in weeks. But I'll take it off and never wear it again. You can throw it away." "Well !" cried Mrs. Bigley, "imagine what you would say to me if I should throw away any of my clothes because they didn't turn out well." "Nonsense ! I wouldn't mind a bit. What's the use of making myself uncomfortable ? It duisn't pay." "'That's the difference between us. You can afford to make those experiments but I can't. I'd never hear the last of it." "I should want you to do just as I am doing. Well, I can't wait to get this off." He was gone ten minutes. He reappeared in another r.iit. "I left it on the chair," he said. "Give it avay. Throw it out. I never want to see it again. Goodbye. I've just got time to catch that train." He kissed her and hurried offWhen he got to the train he suddenly put his hand in his pocket and remembered that he had forgotten his purse, which was in the pocket o! the waistcoat he had discarded, was there time to go bark ? No. He had enough to get him to his office. But that 50 dollars. Ah ! His wife might give away the suit to someone, and forget to go through it. He hurried to the phone. She answered almost immediately. "Say ! I've been thinking about that suit. Perhaps you'd better not sjive it away. I may he able to have it altered." "Did yon think —•• ♦Oh," oarelesely, "I didn't know but someone might come round today. J«et hold it tffl I come home. Put it tat a safe place, and I'll see about it." "All right." Bigley smiled to himself all the way in. He congratulated himself on his presence of mind. He might have mentioned that 50 dollars, and his wife ? When he came home that evening he was met in the hall by his wife, She had on her street dress. She had just come in. "Where have you been ?" he asked. "Shopping." He turned pale. "What did you get?" "A lovely cape—for 50 dollars." '"Where did you get the money ?" "Out of your dothes. Do you know, my dear, I shouldn't have thought of looking there if you had not telephoned."—"Harper's Weekly."