The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1910-03-17
HER
MEMORANDA

Mrs Ninnick thought, sitting eX-
tremely upright ana staring intently al
the third knob in the fresco over the
opposite window. that such things
really never did happen in real life,
and anyhow II they did happen e was
perfectly absurd that they should hap
pen 10 her
The voices al the next table came 70
her distinctly She had been away a
whole month. visiting. and Harold
had not expected her back for two
weeks. but she had grown homesick
She remembered now that in his last
letter he had written DO not feel
that YOU must hurry back. dear. Your
visit Is doing YOU SO much good that
want yen TO stay just as long as you
ike
When she had read that she had
thought how perfectly self-sacrifcing
and thoughtful Harold was when she
knew he must be wandering around
like lost sheep in the family hotel
I where they made their home Harold
was always so dependent upon her for
company She had thought just that.
And the voices al the next table kept
right on with their hateful chatter
She remembered now OF having once
read that trying to surprise people
was foolish Ii was foolish indeed, she
thought She had come back unan-
nounced Just at dinner time and. hid
ing her suitcase in the depths OF the
closet, had gone down TO the dining
room. anticipating gleefully Harold
surprise when be walked in to his soli-
tary meal and found her there
she bad noticed the occupants OF the
next table when she entered because
they we're strangers to her and be
cadse one was so surprisingly pretty,
with masses Of blonde hair and lovely
coloring. The older woman had spoken
first.
Are YOU going out again this eve
ning?" she had asked Il noticed Mr.
Winnick's car being brought around
as came in"
Yes" the pretty girl had answered.
He telephoned from downtown an
hour ago saying II was such a fine
evening that it would be pleasant 10
take ride and get supper somewhere.
The last time he 3ok me OUT"
by this time Mrs Winnick had
Strengthened up with beating heart
and begun staring at the third knob in
the fresco. meanwhile giving her
waiter a perfectly unintelligible order.
And she had been plying Harold he
cause Of his siege Of lonelinessi
II don't know when" the pretty girl
went on, i've met a man who was as
fascinating as Mr. Winnick. And he's
been so lovely to me since came
Well' remarked the older woman,
that's a mild way Of expressing iti
lie has hung around you every minute
OF the time, 10 tell the truthlH
Her Harold, What a monster Of
duplicity! Mrs Winnick fiercely ate
piece Of celery so covered with salt
that II stranged her
He's so amusing, caid the pretty
girl And witty He kept me in
perfect gale OF laughter last time all
the way out and back
And Harold in all the years Mrs
Winnick had known him had been dis
tinguished for his quietnessl Mrs
Winnick ate her dinner mechanically,
thinking bitter thoughts. The worst
Of all was 10 find there we're angles 10
Harold's nature which had been hid
den from her, his wife. She never had
been kept in gales of laughter for
hours at time!
She heard the pretty girl mention-
ing Mr. Winnick and the theater Mrs
Winnick regretted wildly that she had
been so idiotic as to abstain from
theater party while away solely be-
cause there was 10 be a man present
whom she had Tilted in order to marry
Winnick.
She mad heard that the more yoii
care for a person the more violent is
your dislike when you begin to hate
him or her Now she felt that she
hated Harold Winnick desperately. All (
she hoped for was that she might be
able TO maintain a cold and calm de-
meanOr when he came in AT that
instant she saw him enter the big din
ing room and watched feverishly as
he threaded his way toward her cor
ner. Her heart sunk hopelessly as
near the next table, he bowed beam
ingly to the pretty girl and her com
panion
AT his own table he paused In bewil- X
dered surprise. Then, with a Joyous
exclamation which Mrs. Winnick la l.
beled hypocrtical, he bent over and
kissed her before everybody
Well II this isn't Splendid he
cried
rs it?" asked Mrs Winnick icily
with her eyes on her plate
Don't you feel wel?H asked Win
nick, anxiously You look pale Ard
I've been boasting 10 Tom about your
pink cheeks
Who is Tom7" queried Mrs Win
nick. With no animation
I've been saving him for sur. \
ptigeN explaiued her husband ~Nv I