New Britain herald., 1915-11-19
Lillian Gales Condolences.

Lillian Gales Condolences.
 Hold that pose just a minute. Don't move. It's simply perfect
 Lillian Gales merry voice inter rupted her husbands declaration to me that hated him, but that he would make me like him. As ne stood looking down at me ,his hand clasping mine so tightly that I could not pull it away, his brilliant eyes, with the lazy, appraising look de- tested his challenge. told myself that I did hate him, and that never, would change my feeling.
 Lillian's nonsense was welcome diversion. With clever mimicry she had struck the attitude of nervous photographer just ready to close the shutter of his camera. Dicky stood just behind her, also smiling, but while Lillian's merriment evidently was genuine, I detected a distaste for the proceedings behind Dicky's smile which I knew was forced.
 Lillian slipped in an imaginary plate, then springing to one side stood pretending to clasp the bulb of the shutter in her hand, while she count ed: "One, two, three, four, five thank you!"
 Now if you will just change your expressions" she rattled on. Harry, why didn't you take both her hands? Then if Mrs. Graham will. smile little, we will have sentimental gem or if she makes her expression even trif1e more disapproving than it is, I can label it, 'Unhand me, vill- ian :"
 'I never take a dare" returned her husband, and snatched my other hand. But I was really angry by this time and I wrenched my hands away with an effort and threw up my head trif1e haughtily, although for tunately I was able to control my words:
 Do you know, people, that there will be no food for you tonight un- less I busy myself with it's, prepara- ton immediately? Mrs. Underwood, won't you entertain these boys a nd excuse me for a little while ?'' l
 Welcome Aid. "I know a better scheme than that" 1 Harry Underwood's voice broke in. 1 Til can entertain Dicky and I'll help make the sandwiches I am probably the best cutter of sandwiches bread |
  five years once.'' { His voice held a touch of cynical | amusement. I divined that he was en- toying my evident dislike of him inn mensely. could not fathom the man. was beginning not only to hate him, but for. some vague, unexplained req son almost to fear him.
 You are altogether too eager" his | wife said brusquely. with the rought 1 and ready good nature which appears l to be one of her strongest attributes. l "Mrs. Graham isn't used to your lit 1 tie ways, aid you would scare her to | death. You'll just sit down here my l bucko boy and keep Dickybird com l pany and I will help Mrs. Graham myself"
 "That will be awfully good of you'' I heard myself saying. "Dicky tells me you are a sandwich expert. Let me get-y you an apron"
 My hands always feel powdery af- ter gloves" she answered. Give me the apron and I'll wash up bit" She disappeared into the bathroom and I reflected upon the strangeness of the situation. I had resented Dicky's praise of Lillian's sandwiches. I had insisted upon making them myself, and here I was genuinely glad to have her with me in the dining room Of course, my real reason for wishing her with me was my fear that he, hus- band might otherwise insist upon helping me. But when one woman has genuinely welcomed another for