And the same thing would work with Bishop and Bess. In all the time o"

their mutual courtship they hadn"t been together for more"n five or six hours at a time, and never where one o" them couldn"t make a quick duck when they got tired. Make "em stick round with each other for a day, or for two days, without no chance to separate, and it was a cinch that the alarm clock would break in on Love"s Young Dream.

But, for some reason or other, I didn"t have no safety-deposit vault and they wasn"t no room in the flat that they couldn"t get out of by jumpin"

from the window.

How was I goin" to work it? I thought and thought; and figured and figured; and it wasn"t till after I"d went to bed that the solution come.

A boat trip to St. Joe! I and the Missus and the two love birds. And I"d see to it that the chaperons kept their distance and let Nature take its course. We"d go over some Sat.u.r.day afternoon and come back the next night. That"d give "em eight or nine hours Sat.u.r.day and from twelve to sixteen hours Sunday to get really acquainted with each other. And if they was still on speakin" terms at the end o" that time I"d pa.s.s up the case as incurable.

You see, I had it doped that Bishop was afraid o" water or else he wouldn"t of turned down all our swimmin" parties. I wouldn"t leave him a chance to duck out o" this because I wouldn"t tell n.o.body where we was goin". It"d be a surprise trip. And they was a good chance that they"d both be sick if it was the least bit rough, and that"d help a lot. I thought of Milwaukee first, but picked St. Joe because it"s dry. A man might stand for Bess a whole day and more if he was a little blear-eyed from Milwaukee"s favorite food.

The trip would cost me some money, but it was an investment with a good chance o" big returns. I"d of been willin" to take "em to Palm Beach for a month if that"d been the only way to save my home.

When Bishop blew in the next evenin" I pulled it on "em.

"Bishop," I says, "a man that does as much brain work as you ought to get more recreation."

"I guess I do work too hard," he says modestly.

"I should think," I says, "that you"d give yourself Sat.u.r.day afternoons and Sundays off."

"I do, in summer," he says.

"That"s good," I says. "I was thinkin" about givin" a little party this comin" week-end; and, o" course, I wanted you to be in on it."

The two girls got all excited.

"Party!" says the Missus. "What kind of a party?"

"Well," I says, "I was thinkin" about takin" you and Bishop and Bess out o" town for a little trip."

"Where to?" ast the Wife.

"That"s a secret," I says. "You won"t know where we"re goin" till we start. All I"ll tell you is that we"ll be gone from Sat.u.r.day afternoon till Monday mornin"."

"Oh, how grand!" says Bessie. "And think how romantic it"ll be, not knowin" where we"re headed!"

"I don"t know if I can get away or not," says Bishop.

"I pay all expenses," says I.

"Oh, Elmer, you"ve just got to go!" says Bess.

"The trip"s off if you don"t," I says.

"If you don"t say yes I"ll never speak to you again," says Bessie.

For a minute I hoped he wouldn"t say yes; but he did. Then I told "em that the start would be from our house at a quarter to one Sat.u.r.day, and to pack up their sporty clothes. The rest o" the evenin" was spent in them tryin" to guess where we was goin". It got "em nothin", because I wouldn"t say aye, yes or no to none o" their guesses.

When I and the Missus was alone, she says:

"Well, what"s the idear?"

"No idear at all," I says, "except that our honeymoon trip to Palm Beach was a flivver and I feel like as if I ought to make up to you for it.

And besides that, Bessie"s our guest and I ought to do somethin" nice for she and her friend."

"I"d think you must of been drinkin" if I didn"t know better," she says.

"You never do give me credit for nothin"," says I. "To tell the truth, I"m kind of ashamed o" myself for the way I been actin" to"rd Bishop and Bess; but I"m willin" to make amends before it"s too late. If Bishop"s goin" to be one o" the family I and him should ought to be good friends."

"That"s the way I like to hear you talk," says the Wife.

"But remember," I says, "this trip ain"t only for their benefit, but for our"n too. And from the minute we start till we get home us two"ll pal round together just like we was alone. We don"t want them b.u.t.tin" in on us and we don"t want to be b.u.t.tin" in on them."

"That suits me fine!" says she. "And now maybe you"ll tell me where we"re goin"."

"You promise not to tell?" I ast her.

"Sure!" she says.

"Well," I says, "that"s one promise you"ll keep."

And I buried my good ear in the feathers.

At twenty minutes to two, Sat.u.r.day afternoon, I landed my entire party at the dock, foot o" Wabash Avenue.

"Goody!" says Bess. "We"re goin" acrost the lake."

"If the boat stays up."

"I don"t know if I ought to go or not," says Bishop. "I"d ought to be where I can keep in touch with the Criterion people."

"They got a wireless aboard," I says.

"Yes," says Bishop; "but they wouldn"t know where to reach me."

"You got time to phone "em before we sail," says I.

"No, he hasn"t," says Bessie. "He ain"t goin" to take no chance o"

missin" this boat. He can send "em a wireless after we start."

So that settled Bishop, and he had to walk up the gangplank with the rest of us. He looked just as pleased as if they"d lost his laundry.

I checked the baggage and sent the three o" them up on deck, sayin" I"d join "em later. Then I ast a boy where the bar was.

"Right in there," he says, pointin". "But you can"t get nothin" till we"re three miles out."