Freckles were the bane of Mrs. Devere's life. She tried every conceivable remedy, even covered her face with paste, which annoyed her loving, excitable husband even more than the freckles had. When Mr. Devere was suddenly called out of ...See moreFreckles were the bane of Mrs. Devere's life. She tried every conceivable remedy, even covered her face with paste, which annoyed her loving, excitable husband even more than the freckles had. When Mr. Devere was suddenly called out of town on business his little mustache fairly quivered with excitement. He showered farewell kisses all over his wife's sticky face. He had hardly gotten out of the door when Mrs. Devere 'phoned the beauty doctor. The beauty doctor was busy with a particularly ugly and talkative patient. He subdued the patient with a plaster-of-Paris mask and started on his way. The beauty doctor was grimacing as he worked over Mrs. Devere with odd tools and plenty of sticking plaster when a knock was heard at the door. Devere had missed his train and returned home. Mr. Devere's suspicions were aroused when he shoved the maid aside and peeked through the key-hole. The doctor was telling her an inimitable story but the doctor mistook it for a personal conversation. So he hastily sent a bell boy out for a large revolver and thus armed he broke in the door. Terrified. Mrs. Devere hid the beauty doctor in a trunk but a sneeze gave him away. Then followed a fencing duel, for the revolver would not explode. Both Mr. and Mrs. Devere chased the beauty doctor till he took refuge in the grounds of an insane asylum. There he was promptly seized by the guards, for the beauty doctor was an escaped patient. This paved the way for a quick reconciliation between husband and wife. Written by
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