New Britain herald., 1915-12-15
News for 7heater G0ers and Women Readers
REVELATIONS0F A WIFE
By ADELE GARRIGON

steps trying to think of some slight purchase I could make before asking the courtesy of telephone. Once in- side I forgot for minute to ask any thing so charmed was I by the 50- year-old atmosphere the little store breathed.
 Barrels of salt pork and potatoes stood in the middle of the room. Cans of corn and tomatoes rested next to boxes of writing paper and bars of soap on the shelves. There was a small glass case of. candies, such as I had not seen since I was tiny child on visit to the country But the thing that attracted me most was a display of calicoes which lay spread out upon the counter. I gave one glance at the vivid pinks and greens, and knew what my purchase would be.
 A Familiar Name.
 had seen the same thing in quilts W hich my mother had pieced when she was a young girl. had heard her lament that nowhere could she ind such calicoes any more. An old friend of hers, a gentle, frail, old creature, lived near the boarding house where my mother had spent her last days with me. I know that she delighted in the old-fashioned patchwork, and that she, too, Laourned the absence of the old-time materials.
 How much is this a yard > I laid my, hand upon the calico, and lifted
 my eyes to the man behind the coun- ter. I had hardly observed him in
 my survey, of the store. Now saw ha iof1 yet rosy of cheek and bright of eye, his white beard and oId-fashioned spectacles made him just the right central figure.
 l flashed glance at Dicky, who had followed me in, but he did not see it. 1 saw he was absorbed in planning some way of putting this in- terlor on canvas or in an illustration. Eight cents yard" The gentle old voice of the storekeeper brought me back to my errand Il will take three yards of the pink and three yards of the green,'' I said, laying down the money. Have you telephone?'
 No, we are not so modern as that" He smiled as he said it, and I had sudden glimpse of a quaint old spirit that resented modern innovations and clung to the ways of his fathers.
 Isn't he a wonder?" Dicky asked as we left the store and walked on down the road. II hope he lives until summer time. I want to get him in a drawing if I can.'
 Don't speak that way, Dicky, about his living until summer time It sounds callous.
 Don't speak that way, Madge,' Dicky mimicked me so perfectly I was almost sure I had repeated my own words. Tt sounds so preachy.'
 did not speak again until we had turned from the street down which we were walking into winding thoroughfare labelled "Shore Road.' Then a thought which had come to me during our walk demanded utter ance.
 "Dicky," I said quietly, "Wasn't ! German the name of the woman of 1 whom the station master told you,
 and didn't she live on Shore Road?' 1 Dlcky stopped short if he had l been struck
 1 'Of course it was," he almost ] shouted. What a ninny I was not to ] remember it. She's the sister of that l stunning girl We saw in the train.
 Isn't this luck? I may be able to
 get that girl to pose for me without 1 much trouble"
 l But I did not echo his sentiments. Secretly I hoped the girl would not ] he at her sisters home.
 1 N f~