New Britain herald., 1915-12-23
REVELATIONS0F A WIFE
How Dicky Restored Happiness
 the Household.
By ADELE GARRISON

How Dicl<y Restored Happiness to the Household.
 You too easy"
 Katie's kindly meant, if imperti-
 nent, words echoed in my ears. They l made me forget the encouragement Of my personal belongings which !. I
 was planning in order to give up my
 room to DiclSy's mother. She had just bluntly uttered them, and had
 prefaced them with the remark that Dicky should have been the one to give up his room for his mothers comfort.
 She had left the room before I could reprove her. To tell the truth l did not feel like criticising her. I
 Was too busy asking myself the ques- tion which she had answered in the affirmative
 Was I too easy" with Dicky? During the few weeks of our mar riage I had learned that life with Dicky would have to be a series of compromises. Our ideas and ideals were as far apart as the poles. We had had many unpleasant clashes. I
 asked myself again as I had many times before, why we could not get along better together? Was "too easy Or, on the 1;her
 hand, had I not deferred enough to
 Dicky's whims?
 l could see plainly enough that our separation would be the only logical issue if. we kept on in the way we
 were going. 5
 '. That thought terrified me. No | matter. how Dicky and I differed, he was my husband, my own man. and loved him. I could not help resenting his selfish attitude in the matter of
 the room, but he had yielded to my wishes in some of the things we had quarrelled over.
 It was a small thing to do, I told myself, to give up my room for few months. Womanlike, I began to re- gret the cutting words I had used to Dtcky when I told him I would resign my room to his mother. After all, D;cky needed a place to himself more than I. He was an artist, tempera- mental, >high-strung. His work made him intensely nervous. He really ought to have nook all to himself from which he could bar out, every body any time he wished to do so.
 s'He has his studio. You have no place fat2 ail.s fs v < x x. *A:% s5
 The little devil that I can always depend upon to put some irritating thought into my mind whispered these words into my ear But paid no heed to him. Instead I rose, and going to the door, called Katie. }~%
 'eWin you help me get this trunk into the dining room ?'' I asked when she had hurried into the room at my simmons.
 Sure" Going to the trunk, she started to lift it herself. >.,~....~. .@.. Stop, Katie" I said, mortified, for the trunk was heavy. "I asked you to help me, not to do it all yourself. Wait, I will take the trays out and lay them on the bed and then we can get it in easily.'
 The trunk was one I had owned n my teaching days. A quilted cushion pad covered it's top held in place by tiny tacks. Over the whole I had thrown I a cover of gayly flowered chintz. Two or three pillows covered with the same chintz trans formed the trunk into an attractive seat.
 I knew that with the advent of Dicky's mother I should practically have to live in my trunk. So I de- . termined to put it in the dining room " under one of the windows where it could masquerade as a window seat
 Katie lifted the trays to the bed, then we carried the trunk to the place I had selected in the dining room.
 I put the trays in place, closed the trunk, then carelessly threw over the top my chintz cover. ...,........
 But I as quickly snatched it off again. The groundwork of the chintz was blue, of hue that jared when contrasted with the green of the din- ing room. I saw that must buy ma terial for another cover and pillow tops.
 A Brave Clash. Wat the matter, Misses Graham |" Katie stared open-mouthed at the cover which I had thrown over a. chair.
 "The color of this cover doesn't look well with the color of the dining room walls,'' I explained patiently. II shall have to buy and make new ones" Katie sniffed. 'Too much work, too much worry, too much money, just because one old woman come" she said.
 "Katie!" My voice must have been harsher than I knew, for Katie fairly jumped as she heard it. Don't ever speak that way of MT. Graham's
 mother again.
 Katie tossed her head. Her cheeks l flushed. knew that she was angry "Mavho vo11 m uya nj m a to ctov +iI1