Morning came, and the frantic wife had received no intelligence of the missing man. As dawn appeared, a farm wagon containing a farmer and the derelict husband drove up to the house, while behind the wagon trailed the broken-down auto. Almost simultaneously came a messenger boy with an answer to one of the telegrams, followed at intervals by five others. All of them read:
"Yes, John is spending the night with me."—Bush Phillips.
BOY—"Come quick, there's a man been fighting my father more'n half an hour."
POLICEMAN—"Why didn't you tell me before?"
BOY—"'Cause father was getting the best of it till a few minutes ago."
LUCK
Some people are so fond of ill-luck that they run half-way to meet it.—Douglas Jerrold.