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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