New Britain herald., 1915-10-18
There's More Than One Way of Say
 ing What You Mean.

ing What You Mean.
 Smiles on my slips, which I forced to remain; tears in my eyes which I dared not shed-these marked the delicious little dinner which Katie served Dicky and me after my nor tifying financial experience. The knowledge that before the evening closed I should have to tell Dicly I had paid his long ignored bill to ruraine Bros, and brave his certain wrath for meddling in his affairs, weighed heavier upon me each mo- nlent. That l must also confess that 1 the paying of the bill had left me penniless, and must ask Dicky for more money, no matter what mood he might be in, humiliated me almost beyond endurance.
 "Missis Graham, you not eating one thing, what's the matter? Ain't 1t cooked the right way?" Katies worried voice brought Dicky to his feet with 8 start. He had been in such gay spirits, and so absorbed in his rattling amusing account of the days happenings that I had been able to conceal from him my real feelings Dy SIIlll1uS dI 1lOuSGIlSO cillu PAo tending to eat At Katie's words he came around at my side of the table. What's the matter, sweetheart? Aren't you feeling well?" I have always despised the women who employ the feminine wiles or tears and pretended illness to wheedle concessions from their husbands. l shall never judge them again. It took fn into tears at Diclzy's tender words. How I longed to plead severe head ache Or any other illness to yield to the betting and tender care I knew would follow, and to tell him of my troubles when all of his protecting chivalrous nature was aroused, and it would be impossible for him to be angry.
 But it is as impossible for me to do any of these things as it would be for me to offer Dicky an unsolicited caress think sometimes of the name the women in the theatre dressing room applied to me the night Dicky and I went to the revival of Rose mary the night first learned of my husbands long and romantic friend ship with Lillian Gale. She Hides Her Feelings.
 "The Marble bride,' the woman had said, half contemptuously. I know that the name fits me in many ways. My real feelings are hidden deep be- meath a hard crust of inherited will power and coldness, and years of bitter training in self-control.
 So my voice was steady, my eyes fearless as I answered Dicky's ques- ton.
 1T am quite well. Please don't worry about me, but finish your din- ner."
 Then something is troubling you. What has happened2" NO, Dicky, don't get excited Nothing in particular has happened. I have been a little upset over some thing today, something which I will tell, you about after dinner, but I re- fuse to spoil this delicious dessert with anything troublesome" I tried to make my tone gay and careless, and I must have succeeded, for Dicky attacked his dessert, a macaroon pudding, with gusto, much to the delight of Katie, who evidently considered 1t @ masterpiece. To please her I managed to choke down my portion, winning Dicky's approval at the same time.
 That's better" he said heartily. Glad you could eat something. Shall l we have our coffee in the living room?"
 We did this occasionally, lighting 1 the gas grate and sipping our coffee | before 1t.
 Mighty poor substitute for a log | fire. but unfortunately they don't put ! old fashioned fireplaces in most apart ments," Dicky commented when we had settled ourselves before the grate and Katie had served our coffee there.
 '1t is very cheerful. even as it is, /"
 I answered.
 Tt is when there's bully little
 wife to share 1t with a man," re-
 turned Dicky tenderly. Dicky always
 calls me "little'' when he is in @ ten
 der mood, although I am quite above
 the average woman in stature, within
 two inches of his own height, in fact.
 'I thought of asking you to take | a little stroll with me tonight" Dicky
 went on, but it's too comfortable
 right here at home. I feel at peace
 With the world tonight"
 The ringing of the telephone bell l punctured Dicky's words. He was ! visibly annoyed, but to me the sound
 was a relief. Anything was better | than Dicky's child-like enjoyment of