New Britain herald., 1915-10-19
Remember" Dicl1y Said, 'T Am Your
 Husband-NOt Your Pupil.'

Remember Dicl>y Said, 'I Am Your
 Husband-Not Your Pupil!'' I was so furious at Dicky for the way in which he had thrown the re- sponsibility of declining Lillian Gales invitation upon my shoulders that I could ot control my voice sufficiently to answer his question for minute or two.
 Whats the matter, Madge?" he had exclaimed as he turned from the telephone and saw my face, but could not speak.
 He was the one who had not wished to go to her house for an all-night revel. I had left it all with him. And yet ne had deliberately told her that it was my fear of a headache which had prevented us from coming
 Of all things, I had desired to keep Lillian Gale from guessing, was that I objected to her friendship with Dicky. And here Dicky had put into my mouth that ages-old expedient of a jealous wife, a convenient headache, as reason for not going to her home. I could imagine how she was smil- ing cynically at the idea of my grasp ing at straWs to keep my husband away from her. All my softer mood of the evening vanished. I told my self that I had been correct in my estimate of Dicky as revealed by his dealings with Touraine Bros. He had no moral backbone. If Q lie suited his purpose better than the truth he would utter it gayly, carelessIy. 7. If he were annoyed he would in dulge his temper with no thought of whom it might injure. The Tailor Returns. I was ready now for the explosion over the bill I had paid for Dicky, and the other financial worries. answered his inquiries coldly.
 Nothing Is the matter except that am astonished that you should allow Mrs. Underwood to believe I was the one who did not wish to come in her home. It puts me in a false light be- fore her. She will think I am trying to keep you away from your old friends.
 Suppose that she does?" Dicky's tone was mischievous. eff she inn agines that, she will be flattered, as any women would, believing you are jealous; while if she thinks that an old pal like me would actually prefer an evening at home to one of her blowouts, her little feelings will be hurt. Those parties of hers are her pride. She can't imagine that any one who has ever been fortunate enough to attend one of them would ever miss one again."
 Why miss one now then?" I asked dryly; but the ringing of the doorbell prevented Dicky from hearing me.
 He went to the door and threw it open, and I heard his exclamation of astonishment and anger.
 What are you doing here? I told you I'd pay that when I got good and ready and not before. If you really need it I'll send a check this week.
 Dicky had lowered his voice, but his tones are naturally clear and vibrant. and I heard every word. Another voice, a deprecating voice, that I rec ognized as MT. Touraines, murmured something, and Dicky exploded. "What! You dared to come here and frighten my wife into paying this bill. Why, you blasted little runt if you weren't so small I'd throw you down these stairs. I have half a | notion to do it anyway" | C, and stepped in front of Dicky. T apologize for my husband, MT | Touraine,' said as calmly as I could. T do not think he realizes what he says when he is angry. Thank you so much for bringing me the change" I took it from his outstretched hand land said good night"
 An Angry Scene.
 The shabby little tradesman took the hint and hurried away. I went back into the living room and Dicky 1 followed me in, his face crimson, his eyes blazing with anger. knew tna1
 he had transferred his wrath from
 MT. Touraine to me, also that the
 chief cause of his anger was childish
 modification that I should have ] learned about the unpaid bill.
 May I ask why you took it upo1
 yourself to pay this personal bill O.
 mine, of which you knew nothing, no
 even if it were genuine?'
 Dicky's voice was horse with angel
 as he faced me. I crossed the room
 and carefully closed the door into tn.
 kitchen where I could hear Kati'
 singing over his dinner dishes.
 There is no need of Katie sharing
 this discussion" I said coldly, as
 sat down in my chair near the grate
 felt the need of the warmth from
 the blaze. .~..a That is not answering my ques
 tion." Dicky fairly snapped the words
 out.
 "There are many things have tt say to you tonight besides the answer
 to that question: I returned, "But .
 do not care to say anything until yol
 can sit down and we can talk thing