The Young Attorney
For three years, the young attorney had been taking
his brief vacations at this country inn. The last time
he'd finally managed an affair with the innkeeper's
daughter. Looking forward to an exciting few days, he
dragged his suitcase up the stairs of the inn, then
stopped short. There sat his lover with an infant on her
lap!
"Helen, why didn't you write when you learned
you were pregnant?" he cried. "I would have
rushed up here, we could have gotten married, and the
baby would have my name!"
"Well," she said, "when my folks found
out about my condition, we sat up all night talkin' and
talkin' and decided it would be better to have a bastard
in the family than a lawyer."
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